I suppose if you say it enough times, it’s bound to be true eventually… that seems to be the red state philosophy of long time Republican bulwark Orange County, CA. [Full disclosure — the OC is much more purple these days, having gone for Hilary Clinton in 2016 and Biden in 2020… but the local […]
The OC Marathon has a strict policy on packet pickup for their races. You must attend the expo, held the two days prior to the event. And their times are amongst the worst possible for traffic — 4pm to 8pm on Friday and 10am to 5pm on Saturday. I went Friday and it took me […]
I resisted spending $90 at the expo or $100 after the race for the official race photographers images of me along the course. Good thing too as most of them were terrible this year. Might be that I’m looking worse for wear but I choose to blame the artists and their tools and not me […]
I thought I was ready. I thought wrong… repeatedly. When I first made my reservations, I thought there wasn’t a chance the expo would be open on Easter Sunday so flew in Saturday morning to make sureI could get my bib. Turns out the Expo was one of the few things open on Easter Sunday… […]
Wait. That’s wrong. *I* didn’t shoot myself in the foot; a medical professional did. After months of issues, I finally broke down and went to a sports medicine specialist. On the plus side, the series of X-rays showed my left foot is NOT broken in any way — no major or minor stress fractures, no […]
Meh. Do I really want to relive this? I suppose the tortoise is apropos.
Nope. Didn’t happen. I didn’t BQ. And I realized I wasn’t going to around mile 20 when the 3:10 pace group caught up to me and passed me, disappearing into the horizon as I found myself hobbling a bit here and there. Knowing that the previous miles would now be building not to a qualifying […]
The Revel races are famous for downhill courses… and this elevation chart for Mt Charleston is about as downhill as they come. If the winds are right and my foot and quads hold, this is about as good as it’s going to get to get a BQ. The countdown is on… Note: this photo is […]
This is why I don’t gamble in Vegas… or anywhere else if I can avoid it. I wonder if because I ran it once before that I’m ineligible for the lottery. But that was, gulp, 16 years ago. So I’m 1 for 16. Yowza.
On this Oscar Sunday, I made the trek up the 405 to Bakersfield, California. The race festival was at the Kern County Museum, a Wild West style Oil Boomtown, complete with oil derricks, western storefronts, and inexplicably a neon sign graveyard. Apparently there were 1400 participants across the various distances — a 6K, 10K, half […]