How To Keep Your Running Resolutions For 2014

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If you are anything like me, February is when the new year resolutions begin to fall apart. So today I am reflecting on my running resolutions for 2014 and my ability to keep… Continue reading

GPS Art

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GPS Art via Christine Ryan on Strava. I want to do something like this. Why IDK.

JOURNAL IV (WHERE’S THE JIM BEAN??? //// ART OF THE HUNGOVER LONG RUN)

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SATURDAY: How’d the race go? Okay. No PR or anything? No, but it could have been worse. How do you feel? Tired. (On the bus)What are you doing the rest of today? I… Continue reading

Arlington

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Mantra on repeat, I make my way up the hillside. It’s a familiar route. I’ve done it more times than I can count, and yet, I always notice something new, feel something different.… Continue reading

JOURNAL III (FORGETTING / REMEMBERING

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“But could you see its opposition comes arising up sometimes That its dreadful antiposition comes blacking in my mind And then I see a darkness And then I see a darkness” -Bonnie Prince… Continue reading

Journal: II (Development)

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Today while running I thought about development. Last week I helped a friend edit a Fulbright grant to go to Kenya and help with HIV research. In exchange for my writing *expertise* he… Continue reading

Dual Training I

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Triathlons are sexy like multidisciplinary science is cool. I’ve always liked the idea of the renaissance athlete, but in practice it hurts. And I’m beginning to think it’s downright masochistic. Yesterday I did… Continue reading

Journal: I

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If you really miss something you forget about it. Not the whole thing—just the part you really love. Just the part that really matters: the exact softness of lips, the puddles filled with… Continue reading

I wish there were shortcodes for Strava, MapMyRun, and Flotrack.

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Wouldn’t it be nice if you could easily embed your run from Strava or MapMyRun on your wordpress.com blog? Or maybe an embedded calendar of your training log from Flotrack is your fancy.… Continue reading

Egilsstaðir – My First Run While Backpacking

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My legs woke me up this morning–too early, 4:30 am, but they knew it was a perfect day for a run. Six days in iceland and the rain final broke, it is beautiful. I… Continue reading

Boston Marathon Tragedy

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I have been reflecting a lot on the events today at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. As part of the running community, I feel an instant connection to other runners and… Continue reading

A Hitch

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Sammy, I saw you running by the house yesterday. Oh, did ya now? Oh sure. You got a hitch in your stride. A hitch? Yup, yup—ya got a hitch. What’s a hitch? Ya… Continue reading

Ultra-marathons

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A marathon. 26.2 miles. 42.16 kilometers. It’s a long distance. Longer than I’ve ever gone in a single run to this point. I, like many other distance runners, want to run a marathon.… Continue reading

Sacrifice: The Story of Sideshow Bob and the Shamrock Run

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Every runner has heard Steve Prefontaine’s quip, “to give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift.” Pre was charming and pithy, but let’s be real. Pre had a gift to… Continue reading

I Miss the Worst Days to Run.

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I am a weaker man now. There was a time where I could peel myself out of bed to endure pain in the freezing rain on those winter sunday runs.  It was cold… Continue reading

Au Revoir, Five-Minute Miles

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I recently watched a hockey game featuring the Montreal Canadiens, streamed via a Russian website that was using a feed with the French-language commentary. It was quite an experience. It seemed that after… Continue reading

Why the Sidewalk Ends

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When the developer comes back to finish what he started the horses will be sent to prison. In the northeast corner of what would have been phase 8 of the Damonte Ranch Housing… Continue reading

Pikachu and Poliwhirl lace up for Cartathalon 2013

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I joined the team for Cartathalon 2013 last minute.  Most of what I knew upon signing up was that the winning team of this Portland-wide food-cart scavenger-hunt relay-race would earn free passes to… Continue reading

The Orchard

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I didn’t start running into the orchard until one of my neighbors kicked me out of his field. I still remember the June morning I saw him, stalking down the cowpath as I… Continue reading