Not All Gazelles

Less than one week until the Broad Street Run, and Saturday’s training was pretty dang good for me: 9.03 miles at an 11:50/mile pace, for a total of nearly one hour and 47 minutes of running. No major muscle issues, no cramps or creaks or potential blowouts. No wishing to die, no feeling like it’s

The Narrow Path

Two weeks to go. 8.25 miles. An 11:42/mile pace. And one near-disaster. On Saturday, my wife and I were moving a little slower. Around 1:30 am the night before, one of our bed risers failed spectacularly, and after several minutes of searching, we discovered didn’t have a spare. And so, our bed tilted perilously at

Having Light

7.62 miles, 11:44 pace.  Now that that’s out of the way… It was a great weekend here in Philly. My wife and I both managed a long run on a beautiful if blustery Saturday morning, and Sunday we got our hands dirty and greened up our back balcony. I love planting in the spring. The

A Season for Impatience

First things first: 7.02 miles at a dead 12-minute pace. Not too shabby. Yeah, that’s a pretty slow pace. But that doesn’t mean my running isn’t progressing smoothly. I ran the whole thing, even the long ramp up from the Schuylkill River Trail to South Street. My feet might have been a little sore, but