I am not a runner. I don’t have a trophy rack full of race bibs and finisher’s medals. I am not a runner. I don’t have PRs or any discernible running technique. I go out there and pound the pavement. I am not a runner. I don’t have custom-fitted running shoes or fancy running clothes…
Now that I’ve been running a bit more (and it’s not 9 degrees), I’ve figured a bit of a routine for my runs and my gear. I have no scientific formula for picking running shoes. I go for comfort and color (either purple or maroon and orange). I haven’t put enough miles on these to…
I feel like a need a sassy gay friend to pull me back here. Slow down, crazy, indeed. If you haven’t heard of Sassy Gay Friend, you’re welcome. I have decided to train for and run a half-marathon next year. Actually, I’m planning to run at least three half marathons: the Country Music Half in…
This morning, I ran my very first 5K. I signed up for Run or Dye months ago to accomplish one of my 25for25 goals. The course started over at James Brown Arena near Downtown Augusta, cut across Broad Street (the main downtown drag), and looped around back to James Brown. Overall, the course was flat….
So I have greatttt day at the gym yesterday. I show up at 10, my trainer is running a bit over with his previous client, so I hop on the treadmill to warm up while they’re wrapping up. I plop my trusty Virginia Tech Tervis tumbler with lid and my keys on the dash and…