Every now and then, I cry after I run. It happens less frequently now but, there was a time when post-run sobs were as predictable as tight calves. One or two sweat-stained tears would seem to bubble up and out of my lungs, choking the pace of breath I'd been controlling over several miles of running. I'd spent the entire time running while managing aches, pains, fatigue, boredom and doubt. Then, I'd realize the finish line was near and let loose the cork. Once, I nearly hyperventilated during my first half-marathon because the sobs rocked my breathing. I'm gonna have to dedicate some time to talk about tears this summer since I'm going to be training for several events. Tears will certainly be a part of the program. Today, I just might cry because it's so beautiful outside....

Wanted: Running Priest

With the exception of perhaps 2 Saturdays throughout the entire Winter, I've managed to get out there and slog out the long run every week. The missed days were due to medical issues so I didn't count them as chinks in the resolve armor.It seems, as runners, we are always doubting our fitness, our motivation, our bodies. If you think runners are a bunch of fitness geeks who dribble dumbbells and knock out marathons just to make the rest of the world feel like they slept too late then I'm here to tell you that runners are, for the most part, a bunch of neurotics. Right now, for example, I'm sitting here blogging about my failure to run 10 miles in the snow and wind as penance for not running in the snow and wind. I feel compelled to explain myself and be forgiven. I think I need a running priest. Could someone direct me? "Confession and absolution followed by a half-Mary and you shall be forgiven, my child!"

Lay down your burden and put on some shorts! It's sort of Spring!

The dreaded winter gear-laden runs are almost behind me. Time to freshen up the trai ning blog and buy a few new pairs of shorts. Yes, it's over 40 degrees! The blog is prepping for the Spring races. Please stand by....