I’m up to 10,000 words-plus on my “oh-woe-is-me-recovery” that I’m growing ever more confident will for the good of all will never see the light of internet photons. Albeit that may be more to minimize my embarrassment over how very pathetic and infuriatingly lame that wallowing claptrap is. But in the meantime, here’s a shot […]

I’ve got a draft five thousand word (and counting) essay on the slow, painful recovery I’m trying to piece together for my running “career.” It like the recovery itself is going poorly.  Maybe it will never be posted. But I’m still trying for a comeback on the running side. I’ve abandoned my Panamá Canal Palindrome […]