On the Train

12 consecutive days in the gym with my fractured foot; I’m charging around more and more. I’ve been on and off subway over past week. I refuse to be bedridden. Heading out to see my girlfriend today, large bouquet in hand, book bag on back. Air cast in place, doing its thing. Got on 9…

Lunch Box

She is so thoughtful. She knew I needed this and had it sent to my school without my knowing. Did she choose this lunch bag for me, too? Came with the box. Thank you, girlfriend!

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 &…

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…

Dating Life of the Long Distance Runner

[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…

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…