A little over a year ago, I took a train—the California Zephyr—from San Francisco to Denver. It took 36 hours and most of my remaining sanity. Let me preface this: I’m not an outdoorsy, campy, free spirit-y adventurer. I like slow walks that are mostly shaded. I like feeling moderately clean. I like wandering, but… Continue reading When Shit Hits The Fan

The B-Line is Boston’s slowest train. It putters along Comm Ave for six miles—from Boston College down to the Park Street stop at Boston Common. It makes about three times as many stops as it should. It might as well be a trolley car. Its inefficiency is both adorable and maddening. On Sunday, my good pal,… Continue reading This Train Is Bound For Glory

“Sometimes, I start a sentence, and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way—like an improv conversation, an improversation.”—Michael Gary Scott   In college, our coach used to schedule our weekly, Sunday morning long runs for 9:30 am, her brilliant, cruel, but ultimately futile attempt to curb… Continue reading An Improversation

A couple weeks ago, I raced my first 5K since George W. Bush was in office (not counting some epic-ly un-fun 8Ks in college). I told myself I would go out conservatively for about 3K—maybe even 4K—then close hard if I had an extra gear. Well, I did the exact opposite: I went out entirely too… Continue reading Warm Up to Get Down