Half marathons are the gateway drug of endurance events.
It goes something like this: You decide on a dare to run around the block hungover in gardening shoes: feel OK. You sign up for first 5k and buy proper shoes, socks, shorts and some kind of wicking fabric top: feel good. You have a couple glasses of wine and challenge your significant other to join you in a half-marathon: feel invincible.
To me, the most remarkable thing about my marathon training is how it’s changed and evolved in the 15 years since my first 26.2-mile journey.
Technology has changed. Trends have changed. But, most notably, my tastes (and body) have changed.
My first race for a finisher’s medal was a relatively flat, unscenic course in an oceanfront city. What promised to be all coastline and smiles and turned out to be a slog past an endless cartoon scroll of strip malls and tire stores.
I have a confession to make: I got booted from my first ultra-relay team. No, I wasn’t kicked out of the van for stinking it up at 4 a.m.—that’s everyone. I was on an elite runner team planning on shattering the Reno-Tahoe Odyssey land speed record when a last-second ringer...
A Quick Background: What is Socks and Hops? Socks and Hops is an annual event in Kansas City hosted by Swope Health to raise awareness for their Homeless program as well as their Mobile Medical Unit. The event has collected more than 4,000 socks for homeless patients. Socks are among...
Good running trails are like children. They give you ups and downs and just when you think you’ve got it down, there’s something major to stumble over. They tire you out and push you beyond reason and yet, you always wake up and do it again next day. Why? Because nothing worth doing isn’t a little tough during the doing of it.
So how does one pick between children or narrow down their flock? Answer is, you don’t. For me there are thousands of completely worthy trails I’ve yet to make the acquaintance of and I can’t objectively say the ones below are tops; it’s like saying my family’s Thanksgiving recipes are better than yours (which they aren’t, trust me). Comparing your passion to another’s is sacred and slippery ground.