Small changes. Better relationships.
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…
He’s not a bad man. I must say this upfront, because he’ll get defensive if I don’t. After all, he provides. He shows up to the games. He takes the…
The night before a nine-mile run, I’ll tell myself I’ll probably get seven. Not as a plan. As a hedge. The legs are tired, the season is full, seven is…
I’m good. Two words. Delivered flat, with a tone that says something entirely different. Pam has learned to read the gap between what I say and what my body is…