MarathonFoto sent me an email about their official photos from the Cleveland Marathon this weekend. They must have taken my wave off at the finish line seriously as there are no pics from there. Nonetheless, here’s the watermarked shots they snapped… and one closeup that captures the experience quite well I thought. I’m reminded of […]
Second verse, not quite the same as the first. My return to the Cleveland Marathon was, as I said yesterday, a trial by failure. Yes, yes. I ran faster than I did eight years ago. But whereas that day in 2009 was marked by an exultant personal record and sense of victory, the run in […]
The weather folks changed their forecast this morning – the rain would hold off until 10 am. And to their credit credit, at 10 am the heavens opened up. For the best really as the rain obscured my tears of frustration, of pain, of failure. While a marathon can be a rousing success and a […]
By consolidating my usual travel gear and packing out all non-essentials, I was able to get everything into a backpack. Good thing too as it was small enough to fit within the “personal item” bin checker, enabling me to avoid Spirit Airline’s exorbitant carry-on baggage fee. So my trip out to Cleveland cost me $70. […]
The training is going… poorly. I seem to go ever more slowly… And I seem to grow ever more despondent. I’m off to Cleveland.
On May 17, 2009, I ran the Cleveland Marathon. It was my 15th lifetime race and marked the first time I had ever run 26.2 miles in under 4 hours. I wish I remembered the name of the guy in this photo with me. He and I cheered each other on to individual PRs in […]
In prior years for prior events, I’ve sent out postcards each time I embarked on one of my “Road To….” Marathons. It’s been awhile since I’ve done one – December 2015 had me run the Road To Singapore. But this August, I’ll hit the Road To Bali, which was the only Road movie to be […]
I made it so. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t fast. But it was done. ***
I still can’t. I just… can’t. My body cries out in exhaustion. My attention span is shorter than a 70-year-old man who occasionally resides in a big taupe house. These are dark times. I foolishly stepped on the bathroom scale this morning. It audibly sighed as the needle spun wildly past the marker I had […]
I can’t. That’s the story of today. I can’t. Everything is going wrong. This weekend saw a slower race time. The bathroom scale shows a higher number (and believe me it ain’t because muscle weighs more than fat… it’s because more fat weighs more than less fat). And my recovery run yesterday was a sobering […]