The Icing. More so than snow, it was the ice continuously pelting my face that made this morning’s run challenging. I deliberately ran into the eye of the storm–straight to the ocean water’s edge on Orchard Beach. 50 mph winds there blasted ice pellets across my face. “Please, Lord, lash me!” I cried out. Lash…
Category: Runner
Next Steps…
Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward. [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…
In the Blood
Regardless of my travails, I’m home. While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive. John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home. Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond. Geese eat alongside…
What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!
My boy Charlie was right— Not this Charlie… these are the best of times and worst of times. Yes, as many of you all know, I had an amazing expedition to and through Asia this summer. As many of you may not know, I even got to embrace and kiss beautiful women in Thailand &…
Tomorrow Begins…
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Gotta Run!
A BIG thanks to Will Sanchez & crew for interviewing me today for Will’s “Gotta Run” TV and You Tube program (to be aired in late August or thereabouts). Here, I would like to share some photos from the television studio…
This is My Hand…
I have good blood circulation. Serves me well in distance running. Note how my wrist is out of proportion with my large hand. I broke this wrist once while lifting a soup pot in a soup kitchen in Melbourne, Florida. Broke this wrist once skateboarding on a quarter pipe ramp in Llyod Harbor, Long Island….
Motorcycle Drive-By:Part III
NOTE: This is the continuation of parts I and II, published earlier in this week. Thanks for reading! ~Kyle We would often wait until Gall was not working to do our longest and hardest runs. We’d often drive out to Manitou Springs and head up narrow, crushed gravel trails towards Pikes Peak. Every step we took…
Motorcycle Drive-By:Part II
Note: This excerpt picks up where yesterday’s left off. Thanks for reading…Kyle Butch went with us many days. This bulldog ran farther than any other dog I’ve ever known and made it look simple. He’d fly up the steep mountain trails ahead of us, even surpassing the speed of his handler in the process. Gall…
Motorcycle Drive-By:Part I
Kyle’s Note: This is an excerpt of a draft from a chapter of my forthcoming memoir previously seen only by the hardy few who may have come across it on this site in February. I will publish subsequent excerpts from the chapter over the following few days. Please share any thoughts with me and enjoy…
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