How routes get chosen for a group run, and what happens when they don’t. It’s 7:45 on a crisp, sunny, 15 degree January morning in New Hampshire. There are about a dozen middle aged men in black winter running tights, windbreakers advertising various marathons they have run (Boston heavily represented), and hats pulled down over […]
Almost 36,000 people ran the Boston Marathon on April 21, 2014, a year after the infamous bombings at the finish line. Here’s a first-person perspective from one of those 36,000 folks, captured using Google Glass. What a gift it was to be able to run again this year. It wasn’t my fastest marathon, or my […]
I had a sudden onset of Morton’s Neuroma a few weeks before the Boston Marathon last year. Not even sure it was from running – could have also been too many hours and miles in those damn European-style, pointy-toed dress shoes on tradeshow floors and airports – but no matter how I got it, I […]
First 50 mile run. First real trail race of any distance; Stone Cat. First time back at that total raw, scraped-out, edge-space of the soul since my very first marathon. Finished the 50 miles in 8:52:55. Beautiful weather, perfect conditions – shorts and T-shirt from the 6:15 start. Comforting to meet up with my Ultra Midlife […]
In Sept. 2013 team Ultra Midlife Crisis raced the 205 mile Reach the Beach relay from Cannon Mountain to Hampton Beach in 23:39:48 – finishing with an average 6:55 pace and securing first place in the ultra division and ninth place overall. All six runners on the team were over forty except Speedy Chris, who […]
This post is about an Ultra Midlife Crisis. No, I didn’t hit 43 back in June and decide to buy a sports car, start dressing in hip clothes, have an affair, or begin pushing my children to excel in sports and academics to make up for my own shortcomings. No danger of any of those […]
While none of the sorrow over the bombings at the finish line of the Boston Marathon is, or should be, forgotten (I wrote about it here that week), many of those who ran the race have begun to also allow themselves to reflect on the race itself, the running, and the happy (or difficult) day […]
I met a young guy from Denmark in the long walk through the corrals after the finish line at the Boston Marathon. He had just PR’d, and I had just run the best race of my dang life, just waved like a madman to my wife and eldest son on Boylston Street, just had a […]