Still Running Long

running until i can't


Happy Birthday. Run Slow.

Last Sunday was my birthday. Forty-two years old. That makes forty-one years of running. To celebrate, I ran a nice, slow twelve miles.

Truth be told, it didn’t feel as “nice” as I would have liked. If I were really celebrating, I would have gone faster.

But I’m committed to going slower most of the time so that I can stay healthy. And so I can eventually go faster – a seeming contradiction that kept me from running slowly the last twenty years. Continue reading

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Still Running Long

Still Running Long is aspirational.

Growing up, I loved to run, through the back field with one of our dogs, around in circles through the first floor of our house, or with my Dad wherever he would go. I got involved in organized sports when I was ten, playing soccer and baseball. For a long time, most of my running was on the soccer field, and then on the rugby field in college. I picked up my first injuries, too, on those fields. Continue reading