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I know. I know. I can’t run the Eugene Half Marathon this year. But who’s to say I can't imagine what it would be like to be a part of that amazing race! To feel those butterflies as I take off with thousands of other runners. To wonder how I’ll feel when I hit that midpoint in the race. To again face that challenging hill at Mile 10. And to savor those final strides down that incredible track at Hayward Field. Hey, I’ve got an even better idea! Why don’t all of you join me a

I have never claimed to be a great runner. At best, I’m someone who has pushed my meager talents about as far as I could over the years. But there have been times when I’ve benefitted by being in the right place at the right time. Or simply put, when I've been very lucky! There was that time when an obscure 10-mile race got my name into Runners World. (And no, I wasn’t smart enough to keep that issue!). Also recall receiving a big trophy in a race because the winner went

Be warned! This is only going to get sillier from here! It was a cold and dreary morning in my Oregon hometown last week. A steady rain left me completely soaked. Worse, my earbuds had just shut off - depriving me of hearing all of the Andy Gibb songs that not even slow torture could force me to confess to owning. In this moment of ultimate despair, I shouted out to the heavens, “ I wish I never started running !” After saying that, I suddenly see another runner just a fe

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...

I know what you’re thinking. This will be another post where I share illustrious exploits from past races where I ultimately prevailed...