Today is the 14th anniversary of when I published my first blog post – toto, i’ve a feeling we’re not in kansas anymore – on March 17, 2011, and that day marked the launch of this blog. Now it’s March 17, 2025, and I am publishing my final blog post here. Yes, it’s the end…
Silence speaks louder than words. That has never been more true than the silence I’ve given to this blog, especially in the last year. When I published my last post here in October, I felt sure I’d be back to posting more regularly, but then I dropped it. I found myself not even wanting to…
A blank page. That is what this is. Well, up until 11 words ago it was (give or take). Over the past year, I would stare at a blank page waiting for black letters to fill it up. Ideas and thoughts would swirl around in my head, and as I opened up a blank page…
In one moment I was zooming through Week 7 of training for the Marine Corps Marathon completing a 14-mile run, and then within a couple of days, testing positive for Covid. After three and half years of avoiding it, I was exposed by someone who thought the sore throat they were experiencing was the beginning…
If I had to rate Week 6 training on a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being zero miles, zero strength training, and zero of anything running-related and 10 being the most perfectly executed productive training week, I’d say it’s nestled comfortably around a 4. My training wasn’t great but it wasn’t absolute rubbish…
LEAVE THE ROAD. TAKE THE TRAILS. That was written on an older gentleman’s shirt as we passed each other on the trail. Before I noticed the shirt, I was about 4 miles in when a guy running towards me offered me an encouraging, “Good job,” as I was making my way through a hillier section….
Week 4 didn’t quite go as I had hoped or planned but this is where remaining flexible was going to play a part. On Wednesday, the plan called for 4 to 6 miles but my body was aiming for zero. That morning I woke up fatigued and with a headache, and I knew my run…
Knowing the second I step out the door the heat and humidity are there to greet me makes it very difficult to want to step out the door, but when you choose to run a fall marathon there is no escaping the glorious adventures of summer running. This past week the reality that our cool…