Just a Few Minutes
I’m sitting here in the only coffee house in my hometown, just killing time. Anyway, I am no longer training for a marathon. But I have been running. And coaching. I recently accepted a teaching job at my alma mater. I was involved in sports throughout high school. (I even held the school record for Cross Country for a few years.) Anyway, one of the interviewers was the Athletic Director...
5 Days of Success
I always mean to sit down and write as soon as I get done running. I just feel so inspired afterwards. However, life always seems to get in the way. As soon as I get out of the shower, I’m running around again, trying to get stuff done. I am so thankful that I have been so motivated lately. I have run the past 5 days in a row. And in this heat…I think that’s something to brag...
This Blog is in Disrepair
…much like my life. But I have been running…a little. Let’s see. This year, I helped coach track for the school that I was student teaching at. What a great experience. And it got me back into running. And now: I’m training for a marathon - a full-blown marathon. It’s going to be intense. Tomorrow is day 2. Today I ran 5 miles. It made me glad that I have...
Running Through Mud Puddles
When I woke up this morning and decided to go for a run, I had no idea that it would be such a liberating experience! Each run is unique - even if you travel the same path every day. It’s amazing to experience these subtle changes - not only in the environment, but also within myself. As I laced up my shoes, I absentmindedly wondered if it was a good idea to run down the trails today, since...
Words on the Pavement (part 3)
“Thud-thud. Thud-thud.” My footfalls on the pavement may sound monotonous, but each step is dear to my heart. I have been pondering another common element of both writing and running: rhythm . Rhythm is a huge factor in running; however, we generally refer to it as pace. When a runner talks about pace, it is either in reference to miles per hour or minutes per mile. As I prepare for my next big...
Words on the Pavement (part 2)
Inspiration. Writing is like running. At some point in a person’s life, they will undoubtedly find it necessary to do both. Gym. Essays. Sports. Reflections. Running and writing happen and it is a personal choice whether to embrace these realities or fight them. Personally, I love running, but writing is like pulling teeth. (Funny that I have a blog about running, though, isn’t it?) When it comes...
Words on the Pavement - Soundtrack
Cities of the Future - Infected Mushroom This is one of my favorite “pump-up” songs. It has a killer beat and a very optimistic feel to it. It’s a great song to get a jump on any project, be it running or writing. I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction I love the title of this song. It really describes how I feel sometimes. Brick by Boring Brick - Paramore This song has a...
Words on the Pavement (part 1)
I quietly lace up my shoes, pop in my ear buds, and head out the door. I need time to think things over. “I’m not a writer! I mean, when do I have time to be a person, let alone a writer?!” I want to shout, but for now, I’ll let my shoes do the talking. They beat my angry thoughts into the pavement mercilessly. I’m in dire need of some inspiration. At this point, anything will do. Quickly, though,...
Visualize: A crowd of people A line in the grass A nervous thought A quick prayer A hand raised A voice above the rest A gunshot Then: Heart-thudding Mind-numbing Feet pounding Earth quaking Running Down a hill Up a hill Over the grass Under the tree Running Breath-taking Sweat dripping Fierce competing Soul spilling Running A bond made Father-daughter A tradition kept Dust biting Running ...
Treadmills Just Don't Cut It
So now that it is actually starting to feel like November outside, I find myself at the gym more often. Now, the gym is great, don’t get me wrong, but treadmills just don’t cut it. I get bored quickly and I tire our faster (probably from the boredom). I just don’t feel like a good runner when I’m at the gym. There is really nothing that compares to dashing down a trail in...
The Evolution of the Runner
I remember my first race: I was in 6th or 7th grade and we needed someone to run the ‘long distance’ race…600m at the MLHS invitational track me. I volunteered, knowing that my dad was a runner in high school. “Why not give it a try?” I thought. My next thought was that I hoped that my dad (heretofore referred to as Papa) would make it in time to see me race....