Archive For The “Running Free” Category
Among my all-time favorite events was the Cascade Run Off. Swank parties at the Pittock Mansion, Benji Durden slipping on volcanic ash, John Tesh almost decapitated by a low-hanging wire. My best race, I clocked a five-kilometer personal record en route downhill. Drafting off Miki Gorman. From June 1990. There will always be something to…
Here’s an excerpt from When Running Was Young and So Were We, a must-read for the thinking runner. And before that, Track & Field News, February 1999. – JDW It has come to this. Turning into Victory Lane at Disney’s Wide World of Sports Complex – the site of USATF’s inaugural Club National Cross-Country Championships…
The following appeared in When Running Was Young And So Were We. A critically-acclaimed compendium. The first day of January is a good time to give some thought to those New Year’s resolutions. I have a sneaky sensation these are my notes for a talk I gave at a marathon symposium, likely in Greece, in 1979….
From the award-winning (but I didn’t get invited to the banquet), critically-acclaimed (Billy Rodgers likes it) When Running Was Young And So Were We. My best book to date. What follows is the first article with my byline ever published nationally. It appeared in the December, 1975, edition of Runner’s World. Later reprinted in The…
Jim Cathcart says, to be at your best, find your zone of optimum velocity by observing the pace and intensity at which you perform best. This is the zone at which you are most creative, unstressed, happy and productive. Above the zone: First, you experience stress and frustration, then anxiety, and finally burnout. At this…
Hard road rarely flat. Old man’s pavement never soft. I must keep going. Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul. – Douglas MacArthur He had decided upon awaking just this early dawn that every morning he woke was a victory. A win worthy of celebration. The old man celebrated by going for a run….
Honolulu. December 2014. Gerry Lindgren met us for lunch down by the zoo. Before I could decide against a third beer, Gerry excused himself. He was barely out of hearing, when my wife – who had never heard of the man before – says, “That is one strange dude.” Perhaps. And so much more. Excerpt…
Prefontaine 10K, Coos Bay, Oregon. Many, many years ago. February 22, 2013 The doctor’s words came at me like a cloud, soundless. From the mist, I managed to hear…surgery…pins…eight (8) weeks of virtual immobility. What? No exercise. No running, no biking, no walking…no skydiving, no bunjee jumping, no zip lining, no muay thai… nothing….
Last night was the Red Mule Runners Annual Christmas party. I sincerely truly honestly love to be in the presence of other runners. Especially in a tavern. Got so excited – home shortly after eight p.m. – stayed up until almost eleven. What follows was written January 2015. I had not yet given up… Turns…