My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Healing IT Band Syndrome

Spoiler Alert: Remember when Mr T. beat the snot out of Rocky, then Rocky trained during an entire song and was able to destroy the old Fool Pittyier? Yeah, it takes longer than one inspirational song to cure an IT Band Injury. I read through my running journals recently and discovered an interesting trend; when I hike a big hill or mountain and then transition … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Healing IT Band Syndrome

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Facing My Tormentor

The monster claws into the side of my right knee cap. Its ability to remain hidden for so many miles astounds me. I almost believed my dance with this devil had came to an end. It must patiently waited for my next journey to the clouds. My first skirmish with the demon took place just after a climb over Patterson hill during a 10 mile … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Facing My Tormentor

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Write the Book I Wanted to Read

I practically never buy eBooks for my Kindle e-reader because I’m so cheap. Six months ago, I broke down and purchased a regular priced book. I was using a couch to 5k program with my kids and wanted an inspirational book about running. After reading the description to dozens of books, I felt my fix for digital retail therapy slipping away. I trudged through many … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Write the Book I Wanted to Read

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why I Don’t Eat Meat. (Part 1)

“Any idiot can run a marathon, but it takes a special idiot to run an ultra-marathon” Dean Karnazes You should have seen the face on my waiter at the Mexican restaurant, “So, wait? You don’t want any meat?” He paused, bewildered. “That’s right.” I said. “No steak, Nate?” He burrowed harder into his investigation. “That’s right, the vegetarian plate.” He beamed, “So… no chicken?” He … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why I Don’t Eat Meat. (Part 1)

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why?

A metal bin, fixed to a buried wooden 4×4, marked my first allowable outdoor distance. My grandmother had a straight-shot view of the paved one-lane driveway from her kitchen, where she made lunch for her daily wards (5-15 grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and other neighborly passerby’s). “You can go outside, but not past Calvin’s mailbox.” I put in many an hour hovering around the perimeter of … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why?