In grade school, I was one of those kids, the kind no one picked for their team. Instead, I lurked on the sidelines with Arlene, a fragile girl with Bambi eyes, and…
I was thinking about my relationship with discomfort this morning on my long run. Walt and I set out to do 12 miles, and sure enough, at about mile 6,…
One day, when my daughter was seventeen, I asked her to vacuum the living room carpet. She looked up from the magazine she was flipping through, thought about my request…
Let’s start with the assumption that you’ve already learned how to run. If you haven’t, check out my video How To Start a Running Program. We’ll also assume that on a…
Let’s face it. There are approximately 7 perfect running days per year. The rest of the time, it sucks to some degree. To be a runner, y ou have to…
I often talk about the fact that running helped me regain my identity. It was the first thing I did, that I mastered, that depended solely on my will and…
Once a year, Walt and I go to County Cork in Ireland. This tradition started when our dear friends, Tom and Don, loaned us the use of their home for…