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…
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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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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…
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…
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…
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…
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