Archive For The “Running Free” Category
Staying at the wrong hotel. Blocks within each other SAME NAME but no chance to change. The word “penalties” was used. So I am stuck at the better joint, the one without the hard-partying media coterie. And it’s their turn to buy, too.
One running friend aptly described Kenny as “Maine’s Prefontaine.” The Dog wonders if Pre might not have been Oregon’s Ken Flanders.
My clothes were inadequate for my new station in life, so Danalee had me buy some bell-bottomed jeans, a denim workshirt and a denim jacket. I was a non-conformist, just like everyone else.
“The thing I had to keep telling myself was that I could be bleeding from the eyes and I would not drop out.”
Arguably the finest field of masters miters ever assembled, and the shouting crowd of 6,932 made it one of the most dramatic and exciting events in the two-year history of masters running.
This guy was awesome. He was a City Champ, Walk-on, Big Ten Champ, Military Veteran, based in Quantico at one point, ran with Pre, was part of the ’70s Oregon running scene and qualified for the Olympics. What a great life.
The reality is that despite whatever emotions we may have for the mountains and their environment, they are in fact unfeeling objects and they follow the natural rules of physics which are not always benevolent toward living creatures, great or small.
I love running at night. Because of the silence, the magic. You see things completely differently. It’s a deep source of relaxation and creativity, turning the world upside down.
A myth is like a PED for a legend and Steve’s actual accomplishments should suffice.
When I first saw Tom’s inscription in the press room at the Copley, I admit, I was somewhat taken aback. He doesn’t know the half of it and half of what he knows is wrong.