[pulled from my archives of February 2010] The dating scene for a distance runner presents some real challenges. Not only does one first have to expend extra energy finding someone to go out with, but then one must find the disposable cash not spent on running shoes or race entries in order to show a…
Tag: memoir
A Life Worth Living
Maybe we all knew it at the time, how these were some of the purest of moments. It wasn’t stated outright by many. I’m sure I said it at various points, tending to be prone to hyperbole. But this was deserving of the “hyper.” Hyper-colored browns, yellows, reds amid the withering autumn leaves. The quintessential…
Motorcycle Drive-By: Excerpt of Never Before Seen Draft
Gall-Wright-Busch: The Three Amigos. In 1995, they led ‘Bash in a sweep of the top five spots within a tough regional meet in Michigan. They did it while wearing tiny red shorts in a blizzard, charging through shin-deep ice water in places. They went on to place 3rd in the NCAA Division III Cross Country…
Bleeding
Ice sheets lay ahead. I could avoid them. Instead, I charge over them. Smooth glass beneath rubber soles. Darkness envelops me. Ragged treetops pierce the sky. I am alone. Within the largest park in New York City, I find solitude. Yet, solitude now is deafening. Families at home, warm, caressed, fulfilled. I travel forward. Rolling…
Why Would You?
After being told I’m a “great friend” but don’t have it in me to be a good husband or father why would I still want to call my girlfriend, er, ex-girlfriend? Because it is too difficult for me to write those two little letters: e-x. We all know there will be challenges. We know every relationship…
I Am A Prick
4 years, 8 months, and——something. It’s way too soon to do all this math. For the past few years my girlfriend (sic) and I did all we could to get her to medical school. She’s now there. It was a torturous process for her, to say the least. She departed 9 days ago. And I…
How do I find a cure?
When the girlfriend moves to the Caribbean, my family is 782 miles away, and I invariably envy nearly everyone else’s job, what do I do? Through the struggle of physical therapy and rebuilding confidence that I will race fast again–and faster than ever–I long for tomorrow. But what will get me through such lonely turbulent…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 