Gutting It Out

Here’s a recent run that might really impress some of you dads and moms out there: It was 0.3 miles long. It lasted precisely four minutes. My top speed was a blazing 10:07 pace. I burned 57 calories. So what’s to brag about? Friends, I was just a few hours away …

Bad Start

To be honest, the fiery feeling that caused me to leap out of bed early this morning had less to do with my running resolution and more to do with some intense carbo-loading I had done the night before with a Stouffer’s family-size cheese manicotti casserole.

Knocked Off My Feet

Four weeks ago, the unthinkable happened. Four weeks ago I voluntarily took a leave of absence from running. Well, voluntary and not. In a desperate last-ditch attempt to cure the nagging case of plantar fasciitis that has plagued me for a year and a half, two marathons, and countless hours …