Well. That may have been the worst run I’ve had all year. And that’s saying something given the last few races have left me questioning the very idea of running anymore. I had something of a panic attack around mile 13. I couldn’t catch my breath and felt like my heart was going to beat […]
No thanks to a chaotically managed series of delays and gate changes courtesy of Southwest Airlines, I finally made it to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. By the time my flight landed, the expo and bib pickup were long since concluded. The marathon is tomorrow morning; thankfully I was able to email the race director and […]
Yeesh. These official photos allow one to relive the agony of defeat… and hold up a mirror (well, binary digits) to show just how not-well I photograph. JULY 30, 2022 JULY 31, 2022
Having this week once again consumed like an SNL Conehead (that is in mass quantities), I found myself thinking I needed to do something to fight my ballooning beer belly and blubbery rolls that seem to be exponentially developing. Originally I had planned on a return trip to Area 51 for their race next weekend […]
Ya know that scene in Apocalypse Now when Martin Sheen is in a hotel room in Saigon and going crazy and you can kind of FEEL the humidity on the screen? That’s kind of how my night in the Airbnb went. I can’t complaint too much; the host was ever-so-gracious about letting me grab a […]
I suppose months ago this seemed a good idea. Fly up to Seattle, run a couple of downhill marathons I once used for a moonshot sub-3 hour PR. But as with every decision of 2022… of, hell, all of the 2020s… this one was a wrong decision. A late night Southwest flight was scheduled to […]
It was what it was.
I’m finding it very difficult to put into words the feeling of hopelessness that today brought. The best I can come up with is to define it in the macro sense with this image: The Shoreline Marathon bills itself as having “beautiful ocean views.” The marine layer was one thing but the real scenery killer […]
Forgive me, Pheidippides… Sunday’s race will mean it will have been 43 days since my last marathon. It’s been a regular spaghetti western around here: a bit out of sync, a whole lot of jangling spurs, and the occasional Morricone musical sting. The Good? Mom came out to California for a spell, her first flight […]
The less said, the better. The conditions and course were practically ideal for a Boston Qualifying time, so much so that I ran in my 2019 Qualifier shirt. But it wasn’t meant to be. I failed at each and every opportunity. Was it the toll the delayed flight to Denver took? Or the disabled tram […]