I have long maintained that consistency is the foundation of distance. It is second only to honesty.
The two elements, when forged together, form a unique bond, which ensure success and vitality.

Honesty in the distance, the condition you felt, and your overall satiation.

Consistency, in training regularly, ideally 5-7 days per week, somewhere between 5 and 10 miles, with a weekly long run, 10 miles or greater. Witness my formula for happiness.

Supplementing this regimen with multi-sport training, i.e. cycling, swimming, x-training, all ensures greater musco-skeletal stability, but doesn't ensure the health of my soul.

This formula has not been present for more than a single month in the last two semesters. So I've been racing, running XC, ran Disney and Boston, and now trying to heal once again. A month long battle with a strained tibialis anterior, 3 weeks of physical therapy, countless ultra-sounds and electrical stimulation, and a superflous quantity of rubber band rotations, has made me question the entire art of "physical therapy"

The road is my therapist. Not a clammy environment, where half the people therein, are stagnant, sedentary, and are more worried about who's bringing the tomato sauce to Sunday's "Big Game"

That being said, today was the muddiest and most jovial trail race I have ever run. The "Mud-Muck-Moose Trail Run" in Bartlett, New Hampshire is a formidable challenge, with muck that took off both my shoes, (twice!), and snow and ice that resulted in a faceplant, and six white-water rivers to be forged, via rope support.


All of us finished the 5.19 mile coursre, with much joy and smiling and laughter. It felt good to be running. Laughing. Simply moving through space. But I sit here now with a throbbing leg, not sure what to do tomorrow, and a follow up orthopedist appointment Wednesday.

At the end of this year, I simply want one thing: To Move Through Space and Inhabit My Body Once Again.