In Defense of #RWPunStreak Dec04

In Defense of #RWPun...

To be fair, critics have yet to assail RWPunStreak (nor wassail it, though it is the holiday season). But after reading my colleague Meghan Loftus’ spirited “In Defense of RWRunStreak,” I figured now is the time to mount my own preemptive case for the month-long festival of terrible...

SAD times Feb12

SAD times

I’ve been living on treadmills lately. Regular readers will remember the day I triumphed over that vile machine and turned a once-frightening gym contraption into my motor-belted steed. How glamorous I felt in those heady days of taking my first stationary step. Flat-screen TV. Dashboard of...

Escape to Portland Jan17

Escape to Portland

It’s been roughly six months since I left the tender, tattooed embrace of Portland, Ore.—just enough time to stage a comeback tour. The great thing about Portland is no matter how long you’ve been gone, things stay more or less the way you left them. Another five coffee shops, sure. A...

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...