At one time or another, most running publications address the question, “why we run.”
So you had a rare, bad race experience: you took a wrong turn late in a 5K, and by the time you got to the finish line, the post-race food was down to leftover pretzel salt and sliced white bread,…
Over the past five years the sport of obstacle racing has gone from birth, to unrivaled growth, to a steady decline in participation. That is to say, obstacle racing has seen rapid change each and every year it’s been in…
Finding a new ribbon of singletrack can make you feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Each time I head out of town, I pour over maps and websites trying to find a new trail to run. If you ever…
I love the smell of spring. The trees, naked for months, sprout tiny buds of life to let us know there are sunny days ahead.
Every race is a puzzle. You throw all the pieces out on the table and see if you can put them together in the correct spots to make something awesome.
Fear keeps us planted. Fear keeps us is constant motion. It is both quicksand and the burning coals beneath our feet.
A runner’s worst nightmare is to be told by his or her doctor “no more running.” There is good news though, for those of us whose drug of choice results in a “runner’s high.”
It seems genuinely human to observe superstar athletes with a touch of reverence. We enjoy gazing upward at those more talented, simultaneously in awe and envy.
It was a cold Saturday morning in January. Despite the air temperature being only 9 degrees, the sun was shining bright in the cloudless sky.