Don’t ask me when I’m going to run a marathon

“Le soldat de Marathon” by Luc-Olivier Merson, 1869 I have been a runner for over 15 years, and for at least half of those years, I ran competitively. What offends me is not to be called a jogger, but when people ask me whether or not I have run a marathon, and if not, then when. The marathon…

Welcome to Spring in the Northeast [aka A Runner’s Hell]

This is what spring looks like in the Northeastern United States. As a runner, it is bloody miserable. Running in the soppy, slippery, slush. Forget about trail running, especially in the parts tucked away from the sun; if they don’t see the light of day, the slush there may stick around until May. And as…

a mile a day keeps the orthopedist away

In an effort not to get injured, I have made the executive decision to refine my goal: running 7 miles a week, while being active on only six of seven days. Yes, I know, the prescription is mile q.d. to be taken without exception, but the fact remains that I have endured one too many injuries…

a mile a day keeps the psychiatrist away

The delightful neurochemical cocktail of the ADHD + GAD + dysthymia brain, requires that my life be very structured. In the absence of such structure, I freak the fuck out and convince myself that I simply cannot be anything but unproductive, and the rest of the day is ostensibly shot, hence my obsession with time…

a mile a day keeps the doctor away

It’s very nearly spring, but in the spirit of moving forward, I’m giving convention the middle finger, and I am proposing a new year’s resolution. This late in the game, you may ask, but to paraphrase some saccharine sentiment, it’s never too late for a new start. And so here I embark upon this new…