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It happened on Pre’s Trail in Eugene last month. Call it an epiphany. Call it a defining moment. Or just call it a good day. Regardless, I left that workout with a greater determination and goal. I wanted to run again. It was a cool, foggy morning. A soundtrack of late 1983 music kept me company on those sawdust trails as I alternated five minutes of running with three minutes of walking. Although it was a world removed from what I’d have been doing just six months earli

Let's set the scene: Thirteen days ago, I'm just about at the Mile 10 flag at the Eugene Half Marathon, passing a couple of runners. Up...

That finish line at the Bix 7 always seems closer than it really is! It’s January 17, 2025.  Do you know your racing calendar for this...

Am I an Ass? We’re going to get to that rather significant question later in this blog.  But first, let’s check out some of my other...