They run with mothers and fathers, with brothers and sisters, with husbands and wives, or they run with their memories. They come to outrun their demons and their diagnoses. They run with members of a team, sometimes tethered to a blind runner by a shoestring. They race on wheels if they cannot run. They run … Continue reading
Few things exist in this world that fill my heart with more happiness than fall in Indiana. In the words of George Eliot, “my very soul is wedded to it.” I arrived after dark and so could not see much but wide open navy blue as my parents drove me home from … Continue reading
As I began my longest distance that I would run prior to the marathon – 20 miles, I found myself behind a woman running and a man riding a bike along side her. They appeared to be around the same age – I’d guess mid 50s, and a couple. I decided to take their picture … Continue reading
My head is no match for my heart. This is why I ended up running 17 miles the same week that I tumbled and hurt myself. A smarter runner would have taken that week off to heal. I just hate missing the long runs – like, really hate it. It would be like taking a … Continue reading
A Wandering Wino 