The San Francisco Marathon

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It was a dreary, overcast day. Fog enveloped the Golden Gate Bridge in what might as well have been outtakes from “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes.” So much so, that I wouldn’t have been surprised if an ape swung down and snatched a runner or two along the way! The majority of my […]

Ghosts

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I forgot to charge my Garmin watch last night so I knew at some point during today’s run it would fade into oblivion. I ran a route I know quite well, the mile marker points ingrained in my soul and the soles of my shoes. I knew I was slow and didn’t really need a […]

A Year Later…

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In late July 2015, I was headed to the Ayer’s Rock to run the Australian Outback Marathon. We were on Virgin Australia flight 1627 out of Sydney. Twenty minutes from landing, the pilot came on the PA and told us mechanical trouble with the aircraft meant we had to turn around and return to our […]

Seven… Seven… Seven!

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Chuck Savage is a guy I know. He’s great.  I’ve seen him at races and I’ve run a few of the events he directs. In fact, I finished my 50sub4 quest with two of his events. For the last few years he’s put on the Savage Seven race series in Ocala, Florida. It’s a daily […]

Swell…tering.

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My rental car says it is 104 degrees. Thankfully the marathon starts tomorrow at 5:30 am so hopefully we will avoid most of the heat. The 2:20 am alarm I set to catch the 3:30 shuttle bus to the start looms large. An early night then.

Ignorance Would’ve Been Bliss

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Whoops. I finally looked up the reviews and comments for the Desert News Marathon I’m doing on Monday. I knew the shuttle bus was leaving at 3:30 AM to take us to the start line for a 5:30 AM start. And I knew we were starting at altitude… but I assumed that meant we’d be […]

Philosophical Questions…

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If I don’t have anything to post, no new updates other than the same old, same old, is it really a new post? Because the lingering issues continue to linger. The unknown unknowable future remains unknown. The malaise and lackadaisical melancholy persists lackadaisically. Sunday I fly to Salt Lake City to run the Desert News […]