Friday, May 20, 2011
I think it's about time I say goodbye to this particular blog. For one, I'm not a huge fan of Blogger—WordPress is much more pleasant. But also, I realize now that I'm so far from where I once was as a runner that I feel like I'm dragging along a lot of baggage. I don't want to be living in the shadow of my old ambitions (although I do intend to get back into competitive racing).
I know this is all a bunch of navel-gazing that no one is interested in, so I'll just put up a link when I set up the new blog, in the off chance someone is interested.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
- Lose 30 lbs. (I'm 6' 0'' and weigh 177, a gain of 30 lbs from my running peak.) Wow, it feels awful to say this explicitly. So, weigh in at 145 by the end of September.
- Run a marathon.I'll be back in Berlin, Germany, and the Dresden Marathon on October 23 looks promising, time- and location-wise.
- PR at any distance OR run the marathon in under 3:30:00.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND, October 24, 1976-My most unforgettable marathon has to have been my first one. It was the inaugural Ocean State Marathon in Providence, Rhode Island, in the fall of 1976. But ironically, what I remember most are the events that led up to the race, not the race itself.
I had started running barely 11 months before this first marathon because I wanted to lose weight. I never ran in high school or college. As I recall, I weighed 107 when I graduated from Sacred Heart High School in Weymouth, Massachusetts, but in the five years since then, I had gained 45 pounds.
I had attended Quincy Junior College, where I majored in kiddy whist and beer. I had worked as a nurse's aide all through high school and was still doing that job many years later. I loved it. But I was getting kind of tired of my life. I just really got tired. I knew there was more to life. I was very unhappy with the way things were going for me.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, January 06, 2011
It was pretty foolish to expect to maintain a serious training regimen during a period of huge personal upheaval: moving to Berlin, then two months later moving to another city in Germany, traveling the world, living life. I unfortunately took smoking back up upon arrival at the Amsterdam airport.
I don't regret any of it. I am back in America now, but still deeply in love with a German woman to whom I hope to return this spring or early summer.
But I can't stop thinking about running. The embers of that old fire are still simmering.
I'm stepping back for a day or two to think about it, but I want to get back to training. There's nothing like it.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Sunday, July 12, 2009
In any case, I just need to get back on the boat. Berlin is a wonderful city, and would be great to explore with running.