Running

I crouched by the door, legs coiled, prepared to sprint the moment it opened. I’m 38 years old, long past prime speed, but this is a foot race with over a thousand dollars on the line: a one vs one race, man vs machine, a spiritual sequel to John Henry’s contest with the steam drill. I was going to outrun the subway.

Read enough running magazines and inevitably you’ll see an article that promises to lead you to that elusive Best Run Ever . It got me thinking: Which runs were my best ever? Lace up your trainers and lets take a jog down memory lane; revisit those run where it all came together. These are my BEST runs ever.

Hitting the Wall: the most dreaded feeling in all of sports.  All the preparation in the world can’t prep you for the moment your energy hits zero and you still have miles to go.

It’s late in the race.  You’re exhausted.  Finally the finish line appears; your goal time’s within reach.  A defining moment beckons; but you’re redlining.  You need something extra. You need the right pump up song.

Tales from the road. Running is never boring if you’re paying attention.

I am not a huge fan of running on the treadmill.  An hour can feel like two (three?) when you’re on the tread. But it has it’s value.  Case in point: Thursday’s workout. I’m officially naming it the best treadmill tempo workout.

‘When you believe in things that you don’t understand and you suffer, Superstitions ain’t the way.’- Stevie Wonder. I hate to disagree Stevie but…. If you’re going to race superstitions are the way.