It’s almost 3 AM.  John Babsone Lane Soule was wrong.  So too was Horace Greeley.  And thus our Japanese adventure begins. I can’t help but think of this 1992 movie starring Tom Selleck.  

I’ve always kinda hated Valentine’s Day. And it’s not for the reason you might think – I’ve hated it when I was with someone as much if not more than when I’ve walked alone. It feels like one of the saddest days of the year. It always seemed to me that if I needed society […]

It’s been quite a day… and it’s only 12:30 PM as I type this. I’ve spent the better part of three hours on the phone today dealing with customer service representatives. I hate the phone. I always have and I always will, so me being on the phone that long is tantamount to being tossed […]

My Mom and brother worked together to forge a sign to hold up in Kyoto and Tokyo. I give you the kan’ji translation of “Run Kevin Run!” どうもありがとう, Mom and Steve! [Domo arigato, Mom and Steve!]

It dawns on me that the MS River Marathon post may feel ungrateful or at the least graceless. It’s hard to capture a feeling of disappointment and struggle given “success” in placing at the event. Any success was more luck than anything as I felt like I scraped, scratched, and clawed my way through the […]

It feels weird to put this out there given the results photo I snapped, but today was something of a successful failure for me. It was a tough day. Tough logistically as well the bus headed to the start line seemingly didn’t know where to go. Tough emotionally and psychologically. Tough physically. Tough temporarily and […]

It was the booze of times, it was the food of times. Brent was good enough to give me a lift to the airport on his way home from work. I wanted to go early and use one of my complimentary United Club access cards. The freebie house red wine was flowing and I took […]

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I don’t generally crow aloud regarding my stats or number of races. Usually when someone asks me how many marathons I’ve done I simply say, “I’ve run the 50 states” and leave it at that. I don’t know if it’s a fear of “jinxing” the running, a superstitious belief that saying things aloud somehow tempts […]