Have you ever found yourself treading water? Things are mostly okay for you–in fact, some things are great–yet a force inside is pulling you forward. You are not sure where in the heck you will end up. The unknown is scary; yet exhilarating. I find myself being moved…and a force has brought me to my…
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Meet One of the Fastest Runners in NYC
Welcome to the second edition of Meet a Bronxite. I would like to introduce everyone to Bobby Asher, one of the fastest and most consistently competitive runners in the New York City region. Mr. Asher is a teammate of mine with the Van Cortlandt Track Club (VCTC). Note: Minimal editing below for clarity but otherwise…
500 For the Fallen Relay, II: Van Cortlandt to Columbus Circle
Our comrades arrive around 12:30 today in Van Cortlandt Park–The Bronx! Organizers have been at it non-stop since 0900 Thursday. Flags exchange hands… We’re off to Manhattan! We know we HAVE to make it. A team is awaiting our arrival in Columbus Circle, including parents of a fallen soldier. Success is the ONLY option. Straight…
The Relay is Coming…
Meet a Bronxite, II: Part I Van Cortlandt Park, Bronx, New York 500 For the Fallen relay enroute from Concord, Massachusetts to Arlington, Virginia. We are coming together to raise money for the children of fallen veterans. Memorial Grove—a sanctuary to honor fallen veterans The famous 102 year old cross country course. Runners awaiting our…
Part III: In the Palm of Your Hand, My Marathon Report
My marathon on April 30th, the expected race of a lifetime, was by 9.1 miles like my eyeglasses—flying through rain drenched air before bumping hard across slick asphalt. Recovered, the glasses slipped again from my confident grasp as I came nearly to a full and complete stop. Finally, the glasses perched again atop the bridge…
Part II: Evolution of My Marathon
For the first time in at least a decade, I got to spend my birthday with my parents. And the weather was splendid. Due to a long, tragic series of calamitous events, my nieces Angelina & Abagail and nephew JJ were also home for my b-day. “Hey, kids! Uncle Kyle’s home!” These are authentically Kentucky…
Forging a New Path
For the first time since 10:25 a.m. on April 30th, I ran. It is a gorgeous evening here in The Bronx, New York. I was compelled to rejoin the natural world after my post-marathon respite. I yearned for sun, sky,my friends the trees called out to me. And for my first run in history, of…
Evolution of My Marathon: Part I
It all began at the Sprint store on that fateful First Friday of Spring Break 2016 (!)…My senior economics student Muhammad, “my associate,” helped me revolutionize my existence. Yes, it became true. In order to communicate more effectively with you kind folks, I had to trade in my flip phone. 3 hours later, I received…
42 Hours
Next order of business: hydro massage in Bardstown, Kentucky. Awesome. My hammys, glutes, lower back are happy.
On to the Stage
Sunlight floods our chambers. We awaken from much needed slumber. Foam roller and Stick at the ready, we prepare to exit again. A work week of day jobs still hangs heavy but we are ready to cast off the weight. No matter what happens each day, we put in the miles. Once our feet touch…
Wrestling
Our ambition propels us forward. Runners set goals obsessively as we put in our daily 8-10 mile maintenance runs. Then come our scheduled track and tempo sessions–5 miles at [fill in pace here]–enroute to our weekend long run–21 miles at [pace/effort]. Confident.Determined. We strive for the golden moments when our best performances will be forever…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 