Posts Tagged ‘Running’
Top Five Boneheaded Sports-Related Injuries
I’ve made two fairly boneheaded training mistakes in the last two weeks. Two weeks ago, I decided it would be fun to jog up then sprint down a mountain above Los Angeles just two hours before boarding the red eye to New York, and two days before the Brooklyn Half Marathon. And yesterday, I set…
Read MoreSuperman In Reverse
That was some serious Clark Kent shit. I left the Santa Monica office at 5:43, pointed my Nissan towards Temescal Gateway Park (as I’ve done so many times before), and reasoned with myself the entire way there. “If I get there by 6:30,” I thought, “I can run ’til 7:00. That’ll leave me an hour…
Read MoreThe Future Is Ours
I ran for an hour and twenty-four minutes this morning listening to the same two songs over and over and over. Taken together, REM’s “Living Well Is The Best Revenge” and “Man Sized Wreath” clock in at 5:44. Which means that in my ten and a half mile run south along the Hudson, east across…
Read MoreRun To You
At its best, running is free and unfettered. It doesn’t take much: a good jog on the beach really only calls for a pair of shorts. Often, though — especially these 27° February mornings — gearing up to run feels like suiting up for battle. Here’s a breakdown of my armour, from head to toe:…
Read MoreBorn To Run
I’m often asked why I run the New York City Marathon. Here’s my top ten. 10 – It’s There. Or, more succinctly, it’s right here! The Marathon route comes within four blocks of Abbi and my apartment. In fact, yesterday, as we barrelled towards Columbus Circle, I said to Abbi (in an attempt to galvanize…
Read MoreI’ll Be Right Beside You Dear
It’s remarkable how out of shape one can feel just three days before a marathon. This was my statement to Abbigail as we began running this morning. My knees were sore (especially the one wrecked from last year’s freak slide accident). My hips were sore. I felt stiff and tired. Now, we planned the wedding…
Read More2:43:27
There’s a smile on my face in almost every photo of me competing in Sunday’s New York City Triathlon. Which is kind of miraculous, as the race was neither painless, nor easy. In the moments just after my finish, there beneath a canopy of leaves just above Central Park’s Sheep’s Meadow, I said to Chris,…
Read MoreWhen The Aging Magician Should Begin To Believe
I woke up suddenly this morning, anxious with a thousand thoughts for the day ahead. Illness, injury, and weather have kept me off my feet in the last thre months since the New York City Marathon. Something about this morning, though, said, “Now is the time.” So I got out of bed, and went for…
Read MoreSame As It Ever Was (Water Flowing Underground)
Every once and a while, I look around and think (a la David Byrne in “Once In A Lifetime”), “How did I get here?” Last night’s unusual location was Sirius Satellite Radio’s Studio 12, thirty-six floors above Rockefeller Center. The studio was thoroughly modern, dimly lit, and wrapped in glass. I was wearing headphones, seated…
Read MoreThis Phantom Limb (Part II)
‘What have you done?’ I thought. Then I started running. Forget the six months of training, or — for the moment — the confidence-shattering knee injury; getting to the start of the New York City Marathon was a marathon in itself. The Staten Island commute began when the alarm sounded at 4:30. Abbi and I…
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