I either forgot to “stop” it or I had neglected to charge it for a few days. Or both. Or neither. Whatever the “how” it came to pass, the reality was my Garmin had no juice. The GPS watch had no get up and go… and the whole morning neither did I. But at that […]

I need to get a visa for Madagascar.  They don’t accept personal checks fr credit cards and instead want cashier checks or money orders. An MO costs $8 at the bank, $1.25 at the Post Office, or 70 cents at Wal-Mart. I went to Wal-Mart… albeit I just googled area prices and apparently Safeway grocery […]

AM: Terrible. PM: Not much better.

My mom and I were chatting yesterday and apropos of nothing she asked me where my race was this weekend. It wasn’t a question of IF there was a race this weekend; it was only WHERE the race was. Now I’ve become Marathoner, the destroyer of weekends. I just got sent a pop-up reminder that […]

Courtesy of Japanese Air Mail, I received my Finisher’s Certificate from the 2017 Tokyo Marathon… along with the Infographic I neglected to pickup before leaving the country.  The latter summarizes the event in convenient USA Today-lower-left-hand-corner styled nuggets o’ info in graphic form (i.e. an infographic… man, I’m really struggling with words given my ongoing […]

Here’s what the Artificial Intelligence Rock Bot sent me as a finisher’s certificate for yesterday’s event: Apparently, there were 797 marathoners out on the streets of Raleigh. I clicked on the Half Marathon winner’s stats just to see how many runners they had: 3,867. Because there was an affiliated race weekend 5K on Saturday, I […]

In the end, the ankle endured. While it was ok, the rest of my body, particularly the legs, compensated for my favoring the ankle and now hurt kinda like the Dickens. That is to say, with equal parts of wonder, poetry, and long-windedness partly ascribable to payment by the word. I was stubborn Sunday morning […]

I’ll post some photos from today’s Raleigh Rock n Roll Marathon tomorrow. In the meantime, my ankle held up well but the rest of my body, in trying to compensate for babying the ankle, hurts like hell. But shifting pain is a plus, right? As for a Boston Qualifying time:

Last night during half time, say around 10:15?pm, Caroline asked me what time the marathon started. I told her it started at 7 am but because of road closures they wanted us parked no later than 5:30 am. Doing the math, I suspected I needed to get up at 4 to get set and make […]