Two socks enter; one sock leaves Jan15

Two socks enter; one...

Hey, look! It’s the first of (what I hope will become) an exciting series of guest posts! Give it up for Diane, a Portland running rookie and the kind of joker who performs stand-up comedy and uses the proceeds to stockpile Four Loko. Cait’s visit to Portland promised...

Rise of the machine Dec07

Rise of the machine

When I first subscribed to Runner’s World three months ago, it was with the hypocritical skepticism of someone who blogged about running yet doubted running-related news could fuel a monthly magazine year after year. How wrong I was. Runner’s World consistently out-scoops the competition...

Winter games Nov28

Winter games

I’m at my parents’ house in Kansas for the holidays, and I can’t say the going is too rough. I sleep until 8 everyday. I Tivo things I have no intention of watching. I follow the strict regimen of a Wii Fit personal trainer who appears cheerfully oblivious to the fact that I have a large piece of cake in one hand and a beer in the other. Sure, said distractions might have something to do with my “Wii Fit age” being 57, but I don’t really mind that my trainer thinks I have grandkids and a pension tucked away somewhere. My cake-holding side plank is impeccable. As is my ability to ski jump after three beers. No, it’s not too soon...

Sidekick pentathlon Mar07

Sidekick pentathlon

As the fifth most excellent running superhero (after the Flash, Flash II, Kid Flash and Quicksilver), it’s occurred to me that I’m lacking one thing enjoyed by many costumed speedsters: a sidekick. I spend a lot of time alone these days – living alone, running alone, studying alone,...

Life’s big questions Mar05

Life’s big que...

Bronchitis and cold weather have conspired to keep me from running lately. After weeks of lazing around in my crossword jammers instead of hitting the trail, I’m starting to get a little nervous about the upcoming race day. Before I got sick, I was up to 16 miles. Now it’s all I can do to...

Mile High Club Feb20

Mile High Club

Now that I’m no longer a bike messenger, I actually miss the roughly 20% of my life spent in elevators reporting meteorological changes to patronizing businesspersons. I mention that by way of explanation, since it’s obvious that “blogging about running” is just a safe space to indulge...