Being nomads with a short attention span, it’s not often that we run the same race twice. Frankly, we rarely return to the same time twice. But with family in New Hampshire and New Jersey, the odds are slightly higher on races in those areas. So I’ve run the Philadelphia Marathon twice, a couple of […]
Sometimes, it’s good to pick your race about 18 hours before the gun. We’d picked up a flier for The Great Kilted Run in Seattle either during the Tacoma City Marathon expo or during our epic search across every running store in the Tacoma area for a hydration backpack1, but had lost it in the […]
From the get go, this was certainly not what we expected! Mostly in a good way. Coming to Minneapolis, we knew there was slim chance of participating in any races. There’s a 5k and 10k this Saturday morning1, but it’s at Lake Nokomis Park, about 12 miles outside of downtown, and the whole reason we […]
Okay, yeah, I’m mixing metaphors here. Technically, me and the marathon are in a trial separation, but thinking more about it and the marathon is really more of my mistress. The training keeps me away from my wife more than I’d like, no matter how amazingly awesome I plan my week. And it’s really the only thing I spend significant amounts of money on other than my wife.
If a guy gets beaten by a woman who doesn’t pass him but simply can’t be caught, did he still get “chicked”?
This is how a local race should be run. The course is accurate, they’ve got enough staff to handle the field, they involve walkers and kids in integrated events instead of tacking them on as an afterthought, there’s no swag bag full of fliers and junk you don’t need […]
Guest post by Ceridwen, aka The Wife Due to our radically different running interests and times, I usually end up cheering Keath on at the end of a longer distance after I’ve finished up a shorter one. Last week we decided that I would run this midnight run on my own, with support from my […]
It’s been quite a while since I ran a 5k. Not for lack of want; just for lack of calendars intersecting my physical location. I think the last time was the New Hampshire State Police D.A.R.E. Classic Road Race in New Hampshire. Since then our trip down the eastern seaboard has simply not encountered any big race communities. Every community has races, but we were just not quite in the right spots at the right times.