Remember when you ran in high school and college, loading up in the van and driving to afternoon cross country meets? You’d be wedged in between two of your friends, juggling bottles of water, and pleading with the coach to pull over because one of you has to pee. Again. Read More
Even though it’s exhausting being on your feet all day, I really do enjoy it when we get to head to race expos to man the Greenlight Apparel race merchandise booth. A few months ago we were at the California International Marathon, then there was Pat’s Race in Arizona, and last weekend we headed to southern California for The OC Marathon.
Aside from getting to hang out with a bunch of runners and enjoy the warm southern California weather, our trip included the following highlights: Read More
A few weeks ago reports surfaced that Vibram, the company that sells the FiverFinger footwear and champions minimalist footwear, is facing a federal class action lawsuit in Massachusetts. The plaintiff is arguing that the company has greatly exaggerated the benefits of its products and says there is no proof that running in a pair of FiveFingers will improve posture, promote spine alignment, strengthen muscles, or reduce injury.
So, what do you guys think? Read More
Every time I look at this photo, my heart turns inside out. I miss this little bit. She’s three. She doesn’t say much, but she likes to hold my hand and sit in my lap while just staring at me. While sitting on the grass watching the women play netball, Robyn and I find ourselves encircled by children. I give up trying to watch the game and look down to find this little bit of a child crawling into my lap with a giant, if not mischievous, smile.
She melts my heart right then and there. Read More
I spend most weekends slipping down muddy trails chasing after nothing in particular for no reason in particular. It’s called trail running and most of the people in my social circle seem to think it’s an activity that is best left to the insane, masochistic, and stupid. I’m not even going to try to defend myself against those accusations, but trail running. This I have to defend. Read More
I’m sitting on the curb when the shopkeeper at the fabric store shuffles out, dragging a chair behind her. She smiles encouragingly and I dust myself off before accepting the chair. Perry is perusing bolts of fabric in this closet of a fabric shop. It’s a sensory overload with bulging rectangles of color shoved into every available space. Incense permeates the air as it burns steadily before a statue of a Hindu god and the sound of scissors slicing cleanly through fabric punctuates every word. It’s intoxicating, but I’m not a shopper and before Perry has had the chance to pick out even one style of fabric, I’m already bored. I retire to the plastic chair. Read More
Something happens to me when I put on my running shoes. Normally, I’m a pretty respectable citizen. And by respectable I mean someone who follows traffic laws, says “please” and “thank you,” and doesn’t think it’s appropriate to urinate on the subway system (yeah, that happened). Read More