One of my colleagues works and lives in Beijing. In January, he travelled to Hubei Province (home to the city of Wuhan) with his family, and to this day they have not returned to Beijing. Their condo in Beijing has been sitting empty for half a year. Today in a phone meeting, he said “GoodContinue reading “Why Should Running Be Normal Right Now?”
May the 40th Be With You did not happen. I was mostly on track, and then everything changed. I’ve lost my motivation to run, and I’m in a near constant state of questioning what’s important in life. Every day I walk a few miles with my wife, and I find I enjoy that a lotContinue reading “Of Mickey Mouse and Men”
February was the best month of running I’ve had in ten years. I could feel all the miles I’d banked accruing interest. Yes, at over 40 miles per week, I was constantly exhausted. Yes, getting up on Tuesdays and Thursdays before dawn, and then finishing a full workout before dawn, was daunting. But it wasContinue reading “The Loneliness of the Socially Distanced Runner”
I don’t get what makes tempo runs so mentally/physically difficult for me. A five mile run at your half-marathon race pace doesn’t seem like it should be that hard.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with a set of photos from a race than those taken by Takao Suzuki at http://www.runners.photos. Please check out their site for some more great photos from the Bridle Trails Winter Running Festival.
There’s a nice zen focus that sets in once I enter the coral. I transition from being anxious about racing to being eager to start running.
Picking up where I should be in the schedule as if I didn’t miss 10 training days doesn’t feel right.
It’s emerging every 6 weeks like a swarm of nasal cicadas.
Maybe I am my own worst enemy.
Paradoxically, it seems that running more may be the key to feeling each run less.