Okay. This wasn't a great week. I think that's what I don't like about marathon training. There usually aren't many good weeks. The entire training cycle is about breaking yourself down and rebuilding, but you may not see the results until race day (hopefully). It's a long grind. Granted, this week could've been worse. I... Continue Reading →
A lovely tribute to Cameron Bean, a professional runner for ZAP Fitness who died after being struck by a car while out running. Cameron was 28.
Cameron and I were really good friends for our first 2 years at ZAP. We hung out all the time, laughed a lot, ran a ton of miles together, and were fiercely competitive about everything. Our relationship had soured the past few years for reasons that are not even worth putting on this page. I said mean things about him and he said mean things about me. I’m a stubborn and proud person and Cameron was my match. In many ways we were very, very similar. We were both quick to crack a joke and equally quick to dig our feet in when confronted with something. He was my teammate for 5 years and we went back and forth in races constantly. He was the life of the party and one of the most social people I have ever met. He was Cam. He was Magnum. He was Cron.
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Thank God It's Recovery Week! The first four weeks of training flew by and were mostly successful. Even though the weeks hadn't been very high mileage or very intense, it has been a shift to fewer longer runs instead of 6 or 7 days of shorter runs. Honestly, the mental challenge of fitting those longer... Continue Reading →
This blogging-about-training thing was way more fun in the first two weeks when I was hitting everything 100%. This week was kind of a mixed bag, so let's lead with the positive. Yesterday's long run was awesome. Super awesome. It's been a long time since I finished a 15+-mile run thinking, "Maybe I should just... Continue Reading →
Well, after two weeks of hitting everything on the schedule exactly right, I knew this would be a week I faltered. Louisville decided to rescind the olive branch of fall weather and present us with a week of 90+ temperatures and high humidity — so evening runs were out. We also had a busy week... Continue Reading →
I have a lot of memories of running as a child growing up on our 92-acre farm in Little Mount, Kentucky. Dashing up the gravel drive to my grandparent’s house. Scampering along paths in the woods imagining I was a Native American, collecting rocks, feathers, sticks. Darting amongst tall, tall stalks of corn towering overhead.... Continue Reading →