Tuesday, December 23, 2014

My Open Letter to Thieves

This is not sports or running related per se. But on the two year anniversary of having my loft burglarized, my car window was smashed.  Undoubtedly unrelated these two actions light the smoldering fire I have within me against those who steal.  As I wish to have my unedited views to be seen by all, I am posting them here.



Dear thieves and vandals,

Your acts are the lowest of the low. You don’t just take “things” but you rob people of their safety. You steal away their peace of mind. By breaking and ransacking that which does not belong to you, you are taking away much more than items.You degrade trust.You remove the desire to help those who are in need. You make reasonable, giving people more cautions and wary.

Even if caught, your punishment never fits the crime. It is infrequent if the things which are stolen can get returned. But even if they are, you have eroded the fabric of a a trusting person’s mind. If this person can be stolen from, for no good reason, by someone who doesn’t know them, what is to stop the next faceless, nameless shape shifter from taking advantage of the smallest opportunity to smash and grab?

You are vile. You are disgusting. Instead of earning what you want you simply take it from someone else who has it. You are lazy. You are shiftless. You lack a moral compass and instead fill the black pit of your soul with the goods and items others have worked hard to acquire.

These words will barely make any of you stop your reckless actions. You are hardly going to be shamed into feeling bad if you already feel it is perfectly within your rights to destroy that which others own. But know this: after having been burglarized and having had my father’s ashes throw away by some drug-addicted piece of cockroach excrement as they searched for meth or money, there is very little I will not do to make sure every single one of you pays. Pays dearly.

Portland is a great city. But it has a thievery problem. It has a vandal problem. It has a vagrant problem. Even living in a nicer section of the town does not make you immune from the clutches of the sickening and nauseating scourge that is those who take that which is not theirs. This city is hardly alone, unfortunately.

However, this is my warning to all of you. You are being watched.

And I can out run you.

SPIbelt Endurance Series Review

As the year comes to a close I realized I have all these product reviews I just have not gotten around to finishing. That is what spending the better part of a year working on your next book does to you. (By the way, you can get your copy of Running with the Girls on Amazon right here. Inspirational women out the wazoo.) So I decided I bets get cracking and get these reviews out!

I have been friends with the company SPIbelt for over six years now. As such, I feel like I review them all the time as I am constantly wearing their belt or talking about it with friends. I just looked back and realized I hadn't reviewed anything new of their's in quite some time. I thought I would remedy that.

First and foremost, the SPIbelt Endurance Series belt has a few features that make it better than the original model, including:

*A wider elastic belt
*A water-resistant lined pocket
*Holsters for energy gels
*Adjustable race bib toggles

Most people who wear the product seem to wear it in the wrong place. Even though it is called a belt, it is not designed to go around the waist. Rather, the SPIbelt goes down under the hips. I mention this because the wider elastic belt of the Endruance Series does a great job of making it easier to keep the belt where it is supposed to be. The skinnier elastic on previous models could have the belt riding up a touch over longer distances. Keeping it in place is paramount to the success of the product since it is designed to be worn for longer periods of time. The last thing you want to be doing is fiddling around with a belt on your long runs. Luckily, that doesn't happen here.

The water-resistant pocket is awesome. Forget about inclement weather. If you sweat like I do then you want a water-resistant life. It just so happened on the runs I was testing this, it was intermittently rainy and hot. So I got both types of water coming at the belt - rain and sweat.  It passed with flying colors. Everything stayed nice and dry (phone, camera and keys.)

I slipped a couple of PowerBar gels into the holsters and they hung in snug enough not to move around or slip when I was running but were loose enough that I could tug the packet out without much effort.Out of curiosity's sake I tried to take one out, not use it and put it back in all on the run.I figured this would require a great deal of fumbling. To my pleasant surprise it wasn't hard at all.  Good for carrying your empties out of a trail without needing to put them in the pouch.

As for the bib toggles, I didn't get to use them as I haven't had a race to wear them in. However, I have used similar products for a triathlon in the past with a SPIbelt and I can attest they work quite well. No reason to believe these are any different.

Overall, unsurprisingly, the SPIbelt I wore was just as stellar as the other belts they have made and I have used in races (including what was a marathon PR at the time in Tucson.) They are sturdy, roomy in capacity, and allow you to carry just the right amount of products for a half marathon, marathon or just a long run where you might not have any access to a PowerGel or two.

One of the best parts about the product is they are made right here in the good ole U.S. of A. Austin,Texas to be exact. I have been to the warehouse and factory. It is pretty impressive and I have no idea how it is done. Luckily, I don't have to make them. I just wear the products, tell you about the good ones, and you benefit. 

So go get yourself one.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

VARIDESK Single Standing Desk review



Even if you average an hour of exercise a day, which is roughly what I get, you are spending a lot of time not exercising. If you work at a desk or are a writer like myself, you spend a lot of that time sitting down.  With so many reports calling sitting the new smoking, that’s a bad thing.

When I first moved to Portland, I was selling a few of my items I didn’t need anymore. One was a large dresser.  While I was waiting for the purchaser to come and get it (it took a few days) I had placed my laptop on the top of the dresser.  I would stand there and do work while I set up the rest of my loft. I found I actually enjoyed standing while I wrote. The buyer came and took the dresser away.  I tried to recreate it with a homemade version.  That didn’t work too well.  Then I tried a semi-desk but it was neither tall enough nor sturdy enough. To some extent I gave up. I bought a desk, and a chair and resigned to just sitting.

Quite some time ago, I heard of the product Varidesk. Then I stayed with a friend who had one and I used it for a few hours. I had to get my own.  Which I did. I am now the proud owner of the Varidesk Single (pictured to the right). After using it for a few weeks, I wanted to give you my thoughts on how it worked for me.

Whenever I go to write a review of something I usually go online to see what other people have said. More specifically, I look at the most negative comments. I want to see what potentially could be the worst aspects of a product. I then compare them to my own experience and make a combination of what I like and what I may not like down the road. Here is what I came up with.

First and foremost, there is no assembly required with the Single (I don’t know about the others.). Pulling it out of the box, setting it on my existing desk and beginning to use it in ten seconds was just wonderful.  

I am 6’1’’ and therefore a little on the tall side.  I can see how the VariDesk might be considered a little too short for people my height and above. Then again, we have spent the vast majority of our working life with a monitor at eye level or higher. Who is to say that is the right height?  But yes, looking down at the screen could possibly get a little tiring. So be it. It hasn’t bothered me so far. (And, in hindsight, can you blame the VariDesk if it does not go high enough? Maybe the desk it is sitting on isn’t high enough to begin with.)

When the desk is in the down position, and you are sitting (yes, I occasionally sit down as well when using it), it is a little high. If this bothered me at all, I would simply keep the desk in the upright position and move my laptop under the desk.  It was like it was in its own little cave. Problem solved.

That’s about it when it comes to complaints. I feel there is ample room for a mouse and a mousepad, a few things plugged into the other side, and in this case, all the accoutrements I happened to have on my desk when I was typing this review.  It is easy to move from the up to down position and back again. While it is a tad heavy, it is still sleek and cool looking.  Best of all, I know I am doing something better for my health for the hours I spend writing. It also makes it much easier to dance while I type.  I have moves like Jagger, FYI.

For anyone looking to get one of these, I would highly suggest you also get one of the mats they all sell on the website. It is extremely comfortable on your feet. Chances are you aren’t used to being on your feet and even in comfy shoes, you will need a little cushion.  It is worth the investment.

As a runner who writes, this has been one of the best self-gifts I have ever given to, well, myself. My recommendation would be to not wait as long as I did and get yourself one ASAP.


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Review of Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail... and a few other thoughts



*First written in Dec 2014 this has been updated with links to other articles and the like which show the problems outlined within are still prevalent to present day* 


The other day I was reading an article in a running magazine. The author of the article was touting a literal cross-country running route in Spain. In the article, the author makes a grand gesture of how they suddenly quit their job, went home that night, and bought a plane ticket so they could leave the next day for Spain. Upon arriving in Spain, they set off, with nary a plan, to run the length of the country. I am exaggerating absolutely none of these details.

Having flown approximately half of a million miles in the past half of a decade, I know a thing or two about air travel. I know price points and availability of last-minute plane tickets. Upon hearing this supposed spur-of-the moment trip, I was already heading into this article a teensy bit more than skeptical about what I was going to read next. I tried not to be wary but it is like when your friends starts telling a b.s. story about something that happened and you were there. Total side-eye.

The author then goes on to speak about how they had little more than a passport, a spare pair of running clothes, and a backpack on their person. The skeleton of an idea was to run this 500 mile route in a few weeks and then head back home. Or something. It really doesn’t matter what the actual stated purpose was supposed to be. Why? Because by this point, the story feels like one of a thousand I have read where the author supposedly spontaneously does [fill in the blank] and we as the reader are expected to buy the story whole hog. 

I despise this type of writing.

With the proliferation of blogs and social media and the like, everyone can try to tell a story. This is wonderful in so many ways. Hidden talent is no longer hidden because it can’t find an agent or an outlet. However, the sheer amount of writing out there is chaff. Just because one can hit keystrokes doesn’t mean they are a good writer. (I constantly feel like a fraud when I write, wondering why anyone could possibly want to read my musings. I expect at any moment to never sell another book and have zero people click any link to any post I write.) As such, given the breadth of writings, this can lead to much exaggeration in order to make one person’s story more grandiose than the others. 

One of the things I have prided myself on when it comes to writing race recaps or tales of my adventures is to undersell what I have done. I go out of my way to keep any exuberances to a minimum. However, if anything unnatural occurs, I do my best to back it up with tangible evidence. If I say that I got cut off at the finish line by a rude competitor rolling over the finishline with three other buddies arm-in-arm, it is rather vindicating when the pictures arrive and shows that is exactly what happened. (See to the right.)

With the article I was reading, it was clear the author’s main point was to wax poetic about this particular trail. But barely buried in the subtext was how wonderfully care-free this author was supposed to be. Sticking it to the man, throwing caution to the wind, and taking on Spain, come what may. Look at me! I am bucking convention! My bank account is obviously limitless and my talent and skills so high I needn’t prepare physically or gather proper gear, route-planning or provisions! Be inspired by my awesomeness! 

Of course, the author didn’t come close to finishing the entire run. Some injury flared up and they called it quits after about eight days of running and halfway across the trail. But that doesn’t matter in today’s hyped world. Talk about what you are going to do and you will get press. Hype up your adventure with a slick website or corporate funding and many will forget that you never actually accomplished what you were getting all the attention for in the first place. (Then ask people to fund your movie about your un-accomplished goal.) Better yet, be vague about what you are trying to do so no one can ever say you failed. Couple your efforts with fund-raising and you become bulletproof. Only the mean-spirited would ever point out you actually accomplished next to nothing and we all just paid for your vacation to Hawaii to run a marathon. By the way, what were you raising awareness for again?

(8.19.18 Update:  Another perfect example of saying you will do something grandiose, completely failing almost out of the block but continuing to be vague about it is fitness model Ashley Horner's recent attempt to do an ironman-distance triathlon every day for 50 days. Out of the block it was clear she wasn't in the shape necessary to complete this. How each "triathlon" would get done was also sketchy with them all being basically elongated workouts each day with untimed but long breaks between each discipline. Then she took an extra day between the first and second triathlons. Then during the 3rd triathlon it appears she was unable to even finish the bike portion let alone the run. Then by day 5 or something she was calling it quits but with hints she may still continue with a triathlon or two a week.

No one questions she is fit or determined. But without a doubt don't you dare remotely point out how unorganized or unprepared she was to do this. Her supporters will fall lockstep in behind her regardless of the fact that she wasn't ready to take this on, this was clear form the beginning, she didn't even make it 10% of the way through before stopping and everything else. Why will they support her?  Because she is doing it ...all together now..."for charity." Yet she soldiers on collecting funds and maybe kinda doing what she was supposed to do. No one really knows.

04.11.22 Update:  Ashley still hasn't done another single Ironman triathlon four YEARS later.)

The biggest problem I have with this type of storytelling is, even if it does inspire, it often will do so in a foolhardy way. The thought process being, if the average joe can just pick up and conquer the world then others feel they can, too. In the abstract, this is a wonderful idea. In reality, it can lead to disaster or massive failure. More often than not, however, tales of adventure have simply paved the way for a defeatist attitude. Many stop before they even start. Having seen this first-hand, let me explain.  

When I speak about running 52 Marathons in 52 weekends, eventually not only just completing the marathons but running them faster than I had ever run a marathon before, I see many who are inspired to take on challenges. Unfortunately, I also see some who grasp the magnitude of the endeavor and it frightens them. They immediately shirk any notion of chasing their dreams. “I could never run 52 Marathons!” They are missing the point of seeing someone do something challenging. 

I therefore specifically point out my undertaking was to challenge myself. It was not to compare myself against others or to try and break a world record. It was to push myself past my previous limitations. I tell them not to think about running marathons but rather to think about something, anything, they currently think they can’t do. Start a business. Run a race. Become a parent. Hopefully what I have done will put them in the right frame of mind to tilt against their own windmill. 

The point is to inspire, lift up and motivate. I make a sincere effort to show how much planning, hard-work, and preparation went into not only the running of the marathons but the living of my life in between the races. That is why I say I despise the type of writing or story-telling which glosses over those important details. The task which gets the headlines is usually the easiest part of the entire excursion. Lost is all the behind-the-scenes stuff many never think about. It is also one major reason the article I mention above bothers me. It is also one of many reasons I am disgusted by the movie/book/person behind Wild

Talk about burying the lede.

If you don’t know, Wild is the movie based off the book Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed which Oprah recently has lauded. The protagonist author (who has since blocked me on twitter) talks about how after losing her mother and getting divorced she decides to walk 1000-plus miles along Pacific Crest Trail. That’s the headline-grabbing synopsis. (Note: the actual full PCT is ~2500 miles.) What is glossed over is that Strayed appears by every account to be a manipulative user, a sneaky opportunist, and while possibly a good storyteller (definitely not a good writer- egads), one who may be completely full of crap.

Lest you think I am attacking her unwarranted, let’s tackle the “got a divorce” portion of her life. This wasn’t just irreconcilable differences between two people who grew apart (RIP Brangelina). No, Strayed had a series of what we would generously call "affairs." What they really were is nothing less than a prostitute turning tricks to support a raging heroin habit (or sometimes just to have sex.) (And Also it seems quite evident Strayed never was a heroin addict, either.)  An affair would at least add a touch of connection between humans. Or maybe some person stuck in a relationship who because of their past is not strong enough to break free. But with Strayed, this was not the case. Her husband was apparently very loving and doting. She wasn't looking to overcome anything; just wanted to sex up all of America. (If she was smart she would claim to be "bi-polar" like Suzy Favor Hamilton.)  Even after her divorce, while she was hiking the trail, her cuckold husband was still sending her care packages along the way of her supposed hike. But I am getting a tad ahead of myself.

Losing a parent very young is not something I make light of. I am sure this loss could have hurt Strayed deeply. But it rarely seems as if this was the case here. Rather, Strayed gives the impression that she uses her mother’s death as the excuse for her string of bad behavior and hurtful life choices. This passing appears to be nothing but subterfuge for a person who simply wants to use others. Why else would she pack a box of condoms in her backpack for her hike along the trail? If she could barely resist staring at the outline of the penis of the male nurse hovering over her dying mother (her words in her book, not mine), how could this poor girl be expected not to sleep with every trail runner she runs into along the way? And according to Strayed, she was absolutely irresistible to anything she happened along during her journey. This, of course, makes one want to take a look at Strayed to see how ravishing she is. Upon seeing a few pictures, I think most would agree that while she is not homely, she is not exactly the Lady in the Lake either.  But I digress.
 
Personal tastes aside, Strayed mentions the numerous people she happens across. This seems a little strange. How did Strayed happen across so many people on a trail that is not exactly the National Mall? Tourists are not dotting this trail, mile after mile. The answer lies in Strayed’s own admission that she did what those in the trail running/hiking community call “yellow-blazing.” Basically, she hitch-hiked major portions of the route. So, for starters Strayed didn’t actually hike the whole trail. In fact, she didn’t come close. She received rides from many of her male suitors along the way. She skipped massive portions of the more difficult trail because she was absolutely unprepared to take them on. She spent a great deal of time not on the trail, but down in areas of higher population with apparently lustful men (and women) who could not help but want her so bad. Whatever.

In fact, given her descriptions of the trails, or general lack thereof, it is not a far leap whatsoever to wonder how much of the actual trail Strayed hiked. A person of already questionable scruples, it is not hard to believe most of what she is reporting was exaggerated, if not completely fabricated. The only person’s word we have to go on is Strayed’s. That’s what we call an unreliable witness in the law world. (Note that Strayed often says things like "Why are we so consumed with what's real and what's not in fiction and non-fiction?"  Um, because real is what non-fiction means!)

(A side note here about Strayed’s surname. She claims she changed it to this after her divorce to signify how she was lost. As many have pointed out in a review of her work, so much of this tale would be forgivable if Strayed showed any remorse or growth along the journey. Instead, when she comes out on the other side of the trail, she seems virtually unchanged. Years later, recounting these events, she still says she is fine with her choices because obviously this is just the way she is. So if others are hurt or chewed up and swallowed along the way, so be it. Stay classy, Strayed.)

I could go on further to explain more why Strayed’s recounting of her hike bothers me but let me try to be more succinct. (Kudos to this Army vet thru-hiker who absolutely destroyed the book in a 30 plus part post.  That takes more fortitude than hiking the actual trail!). I just spent the better part of the year interviewing a large number of women for my third book, Running With The Girls. Throughout my writing career, I have made no qualms about the fact that I think writing stories about those who have come back from bad choices in life is the easiest type of writing possible. Anyone can write a heart-wrenching story about the recovering alcoholic or drug user. What is challenging is to show how inspiration and strength come from those who make the right choices and still get handed the business end of life. Showing how people deal with the adversity of circumstances they didn’t choose is real inspiration. This doesn’t mean the others who did choose poorly can’t be applauded for their efforts. But to do so at the sake of not giving accolades to the ones who get back up from every knockdown they did not choose to be in the ring for is folly. And those people are often ignored for the low-hanging fruit of inspiring stories.

So when I see Strayed glorified for her own horrible choices, made again and again, and when she appears by every description to be a rather yucky person, you can see why my stomach turns. Moreover, given the crux of her book is how a completely physically unprepared person takes on this long hike, you can see the correlation I am making to the author of the article about running across Spain. 

Strayed brags about her knowing nothing about gear, nutrition, or even trying out her shoes until the night before her supposed journey begins. It is only through incredible luck, the graciousness of other hikers along the way, and probably more than a little stretching of the truth, that Strayed lived to tell her tale. There is nothing inspiring about the philandering supposed drug user who takes on a hike she probably didn’t actually do. In fact, it is downright dangerous. The vast majority of people who tried to similarly do so would not end up with Oprah’s seal of approval and Reese Witherspoon playing them in a movie. Rather, they would end up dead in an abandoned bus like Christopher McCandless of Into The Wild fame. I have no love-loss for this story either but Chris was probably, at worst, just unprepared for his journey. (As for the author of the Spain article, they at least seemed to be a seasoned runner who had researched this trail extensively.)

There are so many fantastic and true stories to be told in this world. Why the ones which are dubious at best catch the eyes of so many is baffling and sad. I read account after account on running stories where people claim to have not even known that marathon was happening in whatever town and just signed up on a whim. No, you didn’t. You might not have paid for the race until the day before but you knew it existed. You had been training. You were ready to take on that challenge. Your story, without embellishment, is enough to inspire. You needn’t try to convince people to be impressed. Those who want to be impressed will be so. Those on the fence are probably going to see through the chicanery. Those who don’t like you or don’t care are going to continue to not like you or care. You could save their mother from a burning house and they would still call it self-promotion.

So, taper not only your workouts for your race but your need to play up that which is already inspiring and wonderful. In the meantime, stop glorifying those who do not deserve it. There are heroes all around us. People with incredible tales that need no CGI or embellishment. Find those people and share their stories. Stories like those in Wild need no celebration. They are exercises in futile navel-gazing with no payoff whatsoever. If this was a novel we would speak of the main character going nowhere. We went all this way to get nothing. Instead, it is a “true” story of a woman who has changed nothing about herself except her bank account. As I recoiled more and more at the thought of how this book smacks of so much bullcrap ala A Million Little Pieces (another Oprah pick, by the way) I purposefully looked up positive reviews. I wanted to see what someone could possibly find riveting and/or inspiring. Time and again, I sat there reading a review thinking: “Wait. What book are they reviewing?” I finally had to stop reading the positive reviews because how completely off-base they were was driving me mad. 

The fact remains I would be completely unsurprised if 90% of this book was fictional. I would also be completely unsurprised if the 10% which was true were all the unseemly character traits of Strayed. But even if that were the case, it won’t be remembered as such. Instead, it will be remembered, somehow as #1 presently on Excursion Guides on Amazon even though there is hardly ten words in the book anyone wanting to hike the PCT would use as a guide.

Many will say, where's the foul? If people gain inspiration from anywhere, that is a good thing. Perhaps that is true but the foul starts and ends with paying homage to some when others, who richly deserve it, go completely unheralded. Who here has heard of Kathy Faulks, Laurie Dressler, Debbie Higgins or Laura Seltzer? These four women just happened to hike the entire PCT the same year Strayed was out there with her ankles up in the area playing Russian Roulette with her health and occasionally hiking a bit. Where is their book? Why is it nearly impossible to find information about their journey? That is a book which should be available to buy and read.

This all said, I do, however, think Wild would make an excellent addition to your hiking backpack.  You are going to eventually need some kindling to start a fire up there on the trail.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Winter Wobble 5k Recap

A Runner's Ramblings: Volume 9; 21st Edition 
272.3 miles run in 2014 races
Race: Winter Wobble 5k
Place: Slippery Rock, PA
Miles from home: 2542 (47 miles from childhood home)
Weather: 30s; rainy

When I decided to visit my mom for a post-Thanksgiving, pre-Christmas trip, I looked around the area to see if there was any races nearby. I found one or two within an hour's drive.  I settled on one smaller race at Slippery Rock University based solely on the fact that I had never been to its campus. As much of the United States that I have seen, I have seen so little of the surrounding area near my hometown.  Growing up I rarely traveled with any of my family.  I didn't get my first car until I was in my final year of law school. So, Slippery Rock it was.

The fact that the race started at 10:30 a.m. definitely helped my decision.

Then on Thanksgiving I got a third degree sprain of my ankle running a hilly 5k in Portland. I doubted I would be running at all, let alone racing. Fortunately, my wolverine-esque healing powers kicked in and 48 hours later I went from balloon foot to normal ugly foot. However, given the whole "I might not even run this thing" I didn't look at the course or elevation profile. Well, that would end up hurting a bit.

What was most special about this race was that it was the first time in many years anyone in my family had even seen me start a race. Always supportive but usually thousands of miles away, now they got to see me run. I was stoked.

After a completely respectable wake-up, a quick trip to pick up my aunt, my other and I were on our way to Slippery Rock. The forecast called for cold temps and rain which were not exactly to my liking but what can you do.  The start of the race was near Ski Lodge on the campus and while we waited out the cold and rain, we were treated to a nice warming fire inside.  Runners gathered inside until just a few minutes before the start.  We then meandered out onto the course as chilly raindrops fell.

A penguin with a starting horn lined us up, a prayer was said and away we went.


Mile 1:

After 20 yards of running on wet road we immediately went up a wet gravelly hill.  I was somewhere in the initial top ten of runners but wasn't too worried. My time was irrelevant as was my place. I was simply trying to make sure I didn't harm the ankle.  One young fella shot out and was chased by only one other guy.  About six of us hung together as the rain begin to come down harder.  It was chilly.

After the initial hill we flattened for a tough before a couple of sharp right hand turns. I didn't feel too uncomfortable at this pace but I wanted to push it more. We crested a small rise and I saw a nice downhill in front of us.  Use what you are good at, is what I always say.  I'm good at downhills so I sidestepped puddles, the lone female runner in front of me and a trio of guys undoubtedly half my age.  (That's just weird by the way. 19 year olds shouldn't be me divided by 2.)

I passed everyone but the two rockets who shot out of the gate and sidestepped a runner with a dog, who I couldn't tell whether he was in the race or not.  He had started out a little bit before us and ran the same course but obviously wasn't racing. Seemed odd to be out here if he wasn't.

When the hill ended one of the young bucks behind me and the guy with the dog caught up and passed me.  The guy with the dog continued on in a straight direction while we headed toward the street on the front side of the campus.

Mile 2:

Having drive in this way I knew we were in for a doozy of a hill.  I was not exactly looking forward to it. I wasn't happy about letting 3rd place go ahead of me either but I had to keep reminded me that a podium finish in a 5k meant absolutely nothing to my overall goals right now. So in fourth place I sat.

I could hear one of the younger fellas behind me but was more intent on trying to figure out exactly where we needed to turn and when. I was also very anxious to see the top of the damn hill.  As we finally approached it and made another 90 degree angle, I looked at my watch.  This was going much better than I could have hoped.

Mile 3:

The man with the dog appeared to cheer the young buck behind me on as we re-entered the campus.  Tell him "it is flat or downhill the rest of the way!" was more helpful to me than it was to the other kid.  Knowing, if he wasn't lying, I had no more uphill to contend with, I began to let loose a little bit.

Some dicey turns down some ramps and around a big rock (I am guessing some sort of unofficial mascot for SRU - I will have the check) meant just a half mile or so until we could get out of this rain.  We passed through some parking lots of residential housing for the campus and up ahead was the finishing clock.

I could see my mom and my aunt as well as my half-sister who had made an hour long drive to watch me as well. It was her first time seeing me doing anything remotely athletic (outside of maybe a swim meet in high school) so it was greatly appreciated.

Seeing I could not catch 3rd place, I made absolutely sure I would not get caught by behind. One final push built me a decent cushion of time and I passed over the finish in a respectable 19:36. Given the rain, hills and newly semi-healed ankle, I was pretty pleased.

We all reconvened in the warm ski lodge and shared smores, chili and good company. I gave a brief talk and thanks to the assembled as well as signed a couple of books.  My aunt pointing out someone who looked like the younger sibling of a high school friend but my brain couldn't wrap around the fact that this large man could possibly be that young kid I knew.

As I was talking to a few students he came up and said he too was from Titusville and I might know his older brother. I was indeed shocked that the kid I probably last saw when he was 8 could possibly be a full-fledged man.  when you come back home, you expect everything to stay the same.  It rarely does and that is good.

Receiving a small penguin as an age group award winner was a little consolation for getting pushed off the podium. When my mom won a door prize that dwarfed my award we could only laugh. I got to share some lunch with my family soon thereafter which consisted of some yummy steak at a local eatery.  A race, some steak and family time.  Hard to beat that.

But then it was back home to do some work around the house for my mom. I am still a son first after all. The rain stopped a bit which made things easier. And I couldn't be happier to help her out. Thanks, Mom!


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Running With The Girls

About a year ago I began working with Lacie Whyte through her company Swirlgear. We formed a friendship over the next few months and then early this year she proposed an idea to me. She felt what was lacking in the running world were inspirational stories of women runners who fell in between the absolute extremes. Her feelings echoed something I had touched on briefly in my second book, 138,336 Feet to Pure Bliss, but had not fully developed.  Obviously, I thought she was exactly right.

Fast forward most of this year and we are happy to have filled the void that was lacking in the running world. I am happy to announce my book collaboration with Lacie is now complete and ready for sale!

Running With The Girls is a unique perspective on what truly makes a tale inspiring. We all love the account of the underdog overcoming insurmountable odds. However, this overlooks many stories of women, of all ages, races and runs of life, whose own narratives showcase the strength and resolve of the millions out there who never get their story told.

Focusing on seventeen vastly different women, Running With The Girls highlights the challenges of these women’s lives and how they have fought to get to where they are today. Not every story necessarily has the happiest of endings but fortunately none of the stories for the women in this book have ended yet. Regardless of whether all things are right in the lives of these women, every reader can draw motivation from the accounts of their lives as they represent us all.

Combining these uplifting accounts with a look at where women’s running has come from, where it is now, and where we can expect it to go in the future, Running With The Girls is unlike any book you have ever read.

If you are looking for the perfect holiday gift for the runner in your family, or anyone who likes to read about those who inspire, look no further.

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