The Ol’ Philly Tri

“If you think you’re in the top ten percent of swimmers,” the race director said, “Start in the first wave.” I didn’t. But I did. The swim start was brutal: bodies on bodies, limbs flyin’, knees to the back of the head. The...

Concrete Sky

Halfway through swim portion of the New York Island Foundation’s Freedom Tower Aquathon, I thought to myself, ‘I could win this thing!’ I did my first triathlon in Philadelphia in 1996. I’ve done roughly twenty since then, including New York...

This Is Your Life

I did an interview yesterday afternoon with a woman writing a book called “Extreme Sports / Extreme Jobs.” As I told her, I don’t consider myself extreme. Occasionally stupid and sometimes stubborn, maybe. But extreme? No. Still, I’m happy to...

Bittersweet Symphony

I am strong enough, but I am not strong. I’ve long advocated that mental fortitude can carry one any distance: a marathon, triathlon, whatever. And for the last six or seven years, that’s proven true. Yes, I run and ride perodically, every few days even....

The Memory Of Running, Part II

I’m back from my first half-marathon of the season. I finished well, and am happy to report that I’m still walking. I’m not a pro, or even much of a weekend warrior. But I’ve been running road races, half-marathons, marathons and triathlons for...