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head over feets, nine
Training is whatever you make of it. I’m sure there are some strict rules for pros and people with hard core goals, but for a guy pushing fifty who’s been doing this running thing for nearly two decades, I’m still just making it up. I mention this because one of my current run crew pals
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weekend wrap, sixteen
September is in full swing and half over as I write these words. It’s always so quaint to not only be surprised by the passage of time, but then to write about it as if anyone reading those words isn’t even further into the future and looking back wishing it were only the middle of
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head over feets, eight
I dug into the early week with an afternoon five klick run on Tuesday, squeezing in a neighbourhood lap before dinner time. I figured I’d get it out of the way and have my evening free and clear. It worked. Wednesday was the usual Run Club meetup, and so I went to the drop in
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going streaking
I hear you. Four runs is hardly a streak. But every streak has gotta start somewhere, right? I do my best training in the shoulder seasons: spring and autumn are seasons of inspirational motivation. Neither too hot nor too cold. The expectations of obligations are shifting. Races are tapering into short distances in the autumn,
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On Streaks and Inevitable Solo Runs
It’s unlikely that you’ve been following any of the specific news emerging from my little corner of the world, but as of midnight tonight we go into yet another wave of increased pandemic restrictions. My region is considered one of the world’s COVID hotspots because … um, human stubbornness. I had spent last week trying