I don’t like Vegas. Oh, sure there are truly unique features of this desert locale that are curious, amazing or even wonderful. The surrounding geography is so much different from my norm, that I am intrigued, or even awed by the beauty and diversity of the creation. The amount and variety of entertainment options amazes
My friend Trevor Spencer over at Marathon Training Academy turned me on to a really nice set of trails in a state park and conservation area near my home. I had never run the General Watkins trails for several reasons. I don’t run trails very often. I like finishing a run near a shower. The
The Dutchman’s Dash has all the elements of a great event; impassioned organizers, a worthy cause, universal appeal, community support, and a fun atmosphere. Blaine and Morgan Swinford are the driving force behind the Dutchman’s Dash. They are both very quick to acknowledge and thank the host of volunteers who make the event possible. The
Tri Harder Promotions did a great job of providing multi sport athletes of all levels the opportunity to compete in central Illinois. Three races shared the same venue on July 28 with staggered start times. The Stoneman Sprint, Iron Abe Olympic and Route 66 Half Distance races started at Lake Springfield with each distance course
Race days are a bit of a crap shoot. You sign up weeks or months in advance with no idea what the quality of your training, the condition of your health or the potential for foul weather will be. And then you train, you eat well, you nurse injuries and take care of your body.
There is a line in all those waivers we sign that mentions using your likeness in promotional materials. I never thought much about it until I saw my picture on the flyer for the Trail of Tears Triathlon in Cape Girardeau. While it is flattering and a bit exciting, it is also humbling. The camera
Yes, I am a distracted runner. Thank you for reminding me. That is not what I thought when I saw your face glowing from the phone you held while navigating your mini-van. I approached the intersection of Main and Salcedo aware of my surroundings and willing to yield to any vehicles present. Regardless of who
It seems like a simple enough question. So why do I struggle with how to answer it? For me, I guess the answer depends on who is asking. When a medical provider is checking my heart rate or blood pressure, then it is a definite, “Yes, I’m a runner.” When someone sees me leaving the