In a wet, sweaty embrace, I felt the weight of my father on my shoulders. We had crossed the finish
Il y a un an, mes parents ont décidé de courir leur dernier marathon à Boston. Beaucoup de coureurs américains
A year ago, my French parents decided they would run their final marathon in Boston. Many American runners can only
Three months ago, I missed an opportunity to write about a perhaps once-in-a-lifetime achievement: I won a marathon. The so-called
In a July blog entry, I wondered whether I would be able to turn an old cruise ship into a
I have spent the past couple months trying to turn a cruise ship into a speed boat. On July 9
I’m not prone to crying. At the Boston Marathon this year, I came very close to tears — twice.
Another spring, another Boston Marathon, my fifth in six years. The same obsessive anxieties over the minutia
Running is more than a sport to me. It’s a way of life as engrained in my daily routine as
I’m married to a non-runner. He is entitled to his own opinion and happens to be a damn good writer.