Category Archives: The Flat-Footed Fox
You learn to expect the unexpected in a marathon. From bonking at mile 18 on your first attempt to searching for a portapotty at mile 25 to avoiding spectators who leap out in front of you without warning, after a … Continue reading
Last year, before running the Flower City Half and abandoning the idea of running a spring marathon completely, I had narrowed my choices for a May 26.2 to three possibilities: Ottawa if there was extra money in the budget, Buffalo … Continue reading
In the end, moving into triple digits (and moving past 500 miles for the year) on the #runstreak was a bit of an anticlimax. It happened on April 10, for those of you keeping score at home, toward the end … Continue reading
I was even more of a nervous nelly than usual before the United Airlines NYC Half, my first race of 2018.
Forty days. Today, I’m celebrating the continuation of my longest ever run streak.
Saturday’s run totally sucked. I headed out the door around 1:30 PM, hoping that the weather had warmed up just a little and that the snowplows in the Town of Irondequoit had removed at least some of the 14″ of … Continue reading
I read, and listened to, a lot of advice in the build up to the big day. Most of it, especially the stuff about not going out too fast, I heeded. I took my own sweet time over the Verrazano … Continue reading