WE DID IT! 100 Mothercussing Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 4/4)

When I check in at the last aid station, I have seven miles to go.  Let me make this unmistakably clear: I hate every single one of them. I feel muscle pain basically everywhere.  My lower back, my haunches, my hamstrings, even my face.  My feet are tired and waterlogged.  I am filthy.  How I’ve… Read More WE DID IT! 100 Mothercussing Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 4/4)

Wild Animals, Plants, and Hallucinations: This is 100 Miles at Sunrise (Lake Martin 100, Part 3/4)

Cut to mile 83.  I check in at the Heaven Hill aid station, where a red-headed guy with a beard greets me with such contagious enthusiasm that my droopy eyes perk up.  I’m tired enough to believe he is Leif Erikson or at least Leif Garrett before the drugs.  Leif has been working this aid… Read More Wild Animals, Plants, and Hallucinations: This is 100 Miles at Sunrise (Lake Martin 100, Part 3/4)

Is This What Owls Feel Like? Running 100 Miles GETS REAL. (Lake Martin 100, Part 2/4)

Cut to me at mile 50.  It’s 7:02 P.M.  The sun has already put on its pajamas and gone to bed.  It’s dark and getting darker, and the course is getting lonelier by the minute.   Already, more than half the runners have dropped from the race, but I’m still feeling strong.  I apply Vaseline… Read More Is This What Owls Feel Like? Running 100 Miles GETS REAL. (Lake Martin 100, Part 2/4)

Like Walking in Space: Eating at Wendy’s After Running 100 Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 1 of 4)

By now you already know that I finished.  So let’s cut to me, folded in half, leaning on a railing inside a Wendy’s in Alexander City, Alabama. I have been awake since 4:37 A.M. yesterday when a crack of thunder preempted my alarm.  I looked out the hotel window and cursed the falling sky.  The… Read More Like Walking in Space: Eating at Wendy’s After Running 100 Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 1 of 4)

You Don’t Have to Be Fat to Be Fat: the skinnyfatrocity and why you need to actually move your skinny ass

Be honest.  When the American Medical Association announced that it would begin classifying obesity as a disease, you thought of me, right?  You thought I’d go off on a rant, lambasting fatsos for their personal choices and scolding the AMA for giving an excuse, for making it easier to get coverage.*  You pictured me, gesturing… Read More You Don’t Have to Be Fat to Be Fat: the skinnyfatrocity and why you need to actually move your skinny ass

Boston Marathon Bombing: Heartbreak on Heartbreak Hill

The Boston Marathon is the gold standard of marathons.  It’s for elites and thoroughbreds.  It’s for the strong, the fast, and the steadfast.  For all those who believe that you don’t just get the neon jacket.  You have to earn it.   I’ve only run Boston once.  It’s among the most notable achievements in my… Read More Boston Marathon Bombing: Heartbreak on Heartbreak Hill