I get that road races are hard to do. Not the running part. The management part. Being a race director or volunteer anything at a race can stink. Trust me. As a runner, we mostly love you. Unless you cheap out and screw people over when they’ve paid for the race and the swag thatContinue reading “Congrats, Cheapskate. You Made A Kid Cry And An Old Person Mad”
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Old Body Parts: The Reality, And Hope For A Drag Show Of A Race
I was only half-kidding when I referred to being tired and having body bits give in and give up on me. I am seeing a neurosurgeon in June. But not so much for something worn out. More like something built up. Just in the wrong place. Calcification on my spine, to be exact. Good, strongContinue reading “Old Body Parts: The Reality, And Hope For A Drag Show Of A Race”
Land Of Lost Running Socks And Planning The Next Season (!)
My house is a shrine to single socks. For some reason, it’s the expensive running socks that seem to get separated from one another. Never the cheap-o, ten-per-pack knock-around-the-house socks. Only the nice, padded ones. Eventually, the missing sock does (usually) turn up, stuck to something else, courtesy of static cling. I had one sock,Continue reading “Land Of Lost Running Socks And Planning The Next Season (!)”
Going From Stressed Out To Surviving Better
It’s been a helluva two weeks here. From hacked credit cards to four weeks straight of competing to the dreaded “Check Engine Light” glowering from the dashboard to a daylong hospital stay. And I only signed up for the four weeks of competition. Not the rest of it. The credit cards were shut down, theContinue reading “Going From Stressed Out To Surviving Better”
When Body Parts Go Bad
We live in a world of easy replacements. If your phone, TV, computer, or any appliance decides to self-destruct, you can get a new one pretty fast. Thanks to the shortages brought on by the pandemic, it may not be exactly the make or model you wanted, and it’s priced higher than you anticipated, butContinue reading “When Body Parts Go Bad”
You Had Me At “You’re Awesome”
To the lady I beat at yesterday’s trail race: I didn’t like you from the first half-mile. You were ahead of me, and I could tell you were in my age group. To make matters worse, you were ahead of me and you were walking and running, and still staying ahead of me, while IContinue reading “You Had Me At “You’re Awesome””
Espresso Shots Part 2: We Added Stuff And Now We’re Fancy
It’s cold here today, at least by southern standards. My run was done at 36 degrees this morning because the cowards I swim with voted to close the pool. Seriously, why do that? The pool is heated. OK, getting out and dashing through the dimly-lit chill isn’t a thrill, but it’s not that far toContinue reading “Espresso Shots Part 2: We Added Stuff And Now We’re Fancy”
Cold Enough For A Double Shot (And Tea…And Ramen)
Today’s 10K was a 100% rain event. In other words, it started raining 10 minutes before the gun, and it still has not stopped. And it’s chilly in this part of the country. And while not even close to freezing, once you’re wet, it does not get better. I drove home wet. It was rainingContinue reading “Cold Enough For A Double Shot (And Tea…And Ramen)”
And We’re Off! With An Espresso Boost, Of Course
The racing season is underway. One trail race, one asphalt race, and one swim meet are in the books. Coming up: another trail race and two asphalt races, and four swim meets in five months’ time. I am packing it in with doses of the athlete’s little helper: espresso and cappuccino. The Husband and IContinue reading “And We’re Off! With An Espresso Boost, Of Course”
I Get Mad, I Eat Spaghetti
What is it about pasta (or almost any carbohydrate, for that matter) that makes the world a better place? I especially crave pasta after a really bad day full of stuff going wrong. Curiously, I don’t eat carbs the night before most competitions (though I will have some plain oatmeal the morning of most events)Continue reading “I Get Mad, I Eat Spaghetti”
Old Is Serious...Aging Is Hilarious 