Small changes. Better relationships.
Eleven days from now I’ll be toeing the start line. My training is done. You don’t build fitness in the final eleven days. You protect what’s already there. The slow…
Two weeks from Saturday I’ll be standing at the start line of a half marathon with one goal on paper: finish in under two hours. The training is done. The…
A couple weeks ago I rounded a corner on my morning run and there she was. Pam. Ahead of me on the same trail, same direction. It was unplanned. She’d…
This morning’s run was supposed to be easy. Three and three quarter miles. A shake out run after a heavy few weeks of long miles, a 5K time trial the…
There’s a line from a running coach I follow on YouTube that’s been sitting with me all summer. What got you from four hours thirty to three hours sixteen won’t…
Saturday I ran 12 miles. The last six of them were supposed to be at race pace: 8:45 a mile. My legs were ready. My fitness was ready. Four months…
Life doesn’t settle. I keep waiting for the season to normalize before I do the next thing. Our son heads back to school this week. My mother-in-law is in assisted…
The miles are easier now. Not easy. Easier. The base that’s been building since June has done what base building is supposed to do. The body has adapted. The effort…
Marcus never missed a Tuesday. Six months in a men’s group, five other guys, and he showed up every single week. He talked about his kids. He talked about the…
Somewhere around 4am on a Monday morning, my son and I will be lacing up in the dark. No phone notifications worth checking. No caretaking schedule. No book launch timeline…