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“Well shoot.” Was I ever so young? This is 2019's Capital Pursuit when I foolishly went out way, way too fast. Those were the words of my running coach when I informed him of my hamstring injury a few weeks back. Or I think Coach Ives said something to that effect. I strongly suspect that I said something a tad harsher when I realized that the "Capital Curse" had struck again. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. After going over a year between races due all the drama

Allow me to introduce you to my good friend, ChatGPT. We’ve known each other less than a year, but I have to say that I have come to appreciate the expertise Chat provides. Are You Crazy? That’s for you to decide. I mean, I am quite aware of a number of serious concerns about Artificial Intelligence. Add me to the list of those who are greatly troubled by the economic and environmental impact of data centers. And don’t get me started on the absolutely frightening fears of

I thought I could do it. I really did. I thought that with just one small 5K under my belt I could place in my age group in Iowa’s largest race, the Bix 7. Oh man, I put so much thought and planning into doing this. But when my Garmin informed me of my time for that third mile - much of which was downhill - reality splattered into me like the onslaught from an angry starling above. I was not able to maintain the pace I’d wanted. Indeed, given how I was already starting to

May 2, 2026. Leaving earlier than any sane person on a Saturday morning and armed with a playlist of musical gems from 1976, I braved a morning chill to run not one, not two, but … five miles! Huh? Just five miles? I know. That’s nothing to most other runners. A year ago, it was nothing to me. But now, it's the longest distance I've ran since September 27, 2025. On that note, I’m also up to running five days a week and scheduled to return to workouts with my coach - both

Yes, this is a typical evening at hour house when I come home. And that kitchen is most certainly not created by AI! 😉 “Honey, I’m home! ” was my usual greeting to my darling wife after a long day of wholesome union work. Then I added, “And I’ve scheduled an appointment with a nutritionist.” All motion screeched to an immediate halt with a sound akin to someone lifting a needle from a record. “You’ve what?” I sought to ease her unintended anxiety. “My darling dearest, I o

I know what you’re thinking. This is just going to be another post from some outdoor running diehard who’d prefer frostbite to the safety and warmth of running indoors on a treadmill. There’s nothing this clown has to say that I haven’t heard a dozen times already. Would I do that? Not hardly. Today’s post will touch on some familiar ground as to my struggles with treadmills. But thanks to recent events, I’m that much more cognizant as to why I prefer shivering to sweating

Credit that post-op smile on some fine pain meds! There are a number of reasons that I love my wife. That I’m now recovering from surgery is one of them. Huh? you’re wondering. That Amy’s had you have surgery is a good thing? Actually, the surgery I had five days ago is the best thing to happen to me in months. Let me explain. Quick Refresher As I’ve shared in previous posts, I experienced a sudden sharp pain on the inside of my left knee on July 8 of last year during a c

One of my last Saturday morning runs. Enough is enough! As many of you who follow this blog are aware, I’ve been dealing with tightness and pain in my left knee since late June. Turns out the culprit is arthritis. Although diagnosed as mild, the condition has shown only minimal improvement with each flare up further reducing my pace and total miles. This morning, I will undergo a treatment called Platelet-rich Plasma (PRP) to address this. It involves taking a blood sampl