The Picture of a Cuckoo Clock
“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be
Like a Wyeth Painting
For about 3 hours every year in the fall, a 250-acre secluded private property of woods, creeks and rolling hills
New Year’s Running Chimera
On Christmas Day 2015, I went for a run at about 9 a.m., wearing shorts and a long-sleeve T-Shirt. A
Une Étreinte Sur la Ligne d’Arrivée, Version Française
Lors de notre étreinte sur la ligne d’arrivée, j’ai senti mon père se reposer sur moi de tout son poids.
The Wet Embrace
In a wet, sweaty embrace, I felt the weight of my father on my shoulders. We had crossed the finish
Boston Spécial Avec Papa et Maman, Version Française
Il y a un an, mes parents ont décidé de courir leur dernier marathon à Boston. Beaucoup de coureurs américains
A Special Boston With Papa and Maman
A year ago, my French parents decided they would run their final marathon in Boston. Many American runners can only
From Marathon Win to Mileage Zero
Three months ago, I missed an opportunity to write about a perhaps once-in-a-lifetime achievement: I won a marathon. The so-called
To Win a Cuckoo Clock
In a July blog entry, I wondered whether I would be able to turn an old cruise ship into a
Can an Old Marathoner Learn New Speed Tricks?
I have spent the past couple months trying to turn a cruise ship into a speed boat. On July 9
Frenchie Runner 