Indian Creek Half

So, I’m not gonna lie—the St. Louis marathon was a huge disappointment. Watching a much-anticipated event come and go has never been easy for me; I always slip into a weird post-partum depression immediately after the big day. In this particular case, however, I came home from St. Louis...

Race day

This is my second Go! St. Louis marathon. If you’re curious what it’s like to be a first-timer, you can read about the agony and the ecstasy of the first year right here. So, the Go! St. Louis marathon came and went, leaving little but dehydration and paralyzing quad soreness in...

St. Patrick’s ...

The older I get, the less contemptuous I am of things society finds agreeable. Arena sports, mainstream punk music, romantic comedies about heterosexuals—all have outlasted my youthful angst and slogged a long, weary road to acceptance and eventual appreciation. This past weekend, yet...

True Life 5K

This past weekend was a big one for mid-Missouri—the weekend of the eighth annual True/False film festival. Haven’t heard of it? Clearly you don’t have enough fiddle players in your life. True/False is the one time of year when Columbia’s gentle shores are stormed by an alarming mass...

Costumed nerds gone ...

Recently I’ve engaged in a modest amount of athletically induced cosplay. First there was the AIDS Walk in D.C., wherein veteran AIDS Walker Angela Hamilton cajoled me into a banana suit with the slightly exaggerated claim that “everyone dresses in goofy costumes.” By “everyone,” she...

The big day

This is Part Two of marathon drama. Read the set-up here! On Saturday my parents came from Kansas City to pick me up for the race. I waffled on the issue of whether or not I would run until it was too late to cancel the hotel room, so I figured we might as well have a good time in St. Louis...