When I ran the Chattanooga Marathon, I crossed the finish line, got my water, beer and a bite to eat, then I decided to buy a couple items from the event store. It was a bit chilly, and I’ve been in need of a new sweatshirt, so I found the the correct size but realized…
Now that I have decided to run each race in 2017 for a fallen hero, someone who succumbed to post traumatic stress and couldn’t win the internal battle with their demons after service to their country, I am realizing what a humbling and awesome commitment I have made to the families of these heroes as…
Without realising it, I have set myself up for a recurring theme for the spring of 2017: hilly marathons. I assure you, this was not intentional. I loathe hills. I cannot train on hills (as we have none in Grand Cayman). I can’t even see a hill. My biggest hill I run over on a…
