My 2019 was a year of contradictions, marked in equal measure by thrilling successes and crushing failures. I raced my longest-distance race to date at the Forget the PR 50K and I got a new full marathon PR one month later at The Flying Pig … but I also experienced the longest furlough in my running career after breaking my ankle. Continue reading The Year That Was: 2019
(or, How I Spent My Summer Vacation) From the week of Memorial Day through the week of Independence Day, my … Continue reading Back from the Break
Rebekah and I braved thunderstorms and tornado watches on Saturday to catch Vampire Weekend in concert at Cincinnati’s PNC Pavilion at Riverbend. Vampire Weekend was one of the first emerging indie acts that I covered for the now-defunct PAUSE Culture Magazine. After writing about the impending release of their first album, I caught them in concert in the garage performance space at Cincinnati’s also-now-defunct Gypsy Hut (currently the Northside Yacht Club) in 2008. A lot has changed since that small 2008 club gig, obviously, and the band that emerged on stage this weekend was nearly twice the size of the original Vampire Weekend quartet. Continue reading Waddling Along to Vampire Weekend
I’m now two full weeks removed from the fateful stumble that left me with a broken ankle. I was finally able to ditch my crutches three days ago, which has certainly made life a bit more manageable. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I’ve already seen a noticeable amount of muscle wasting in my left calf thanks to the 12 days spent on crutches. Continue reading Aches and Atrophy on the Road to Recovery
So … funny story: 48 hours after turning 40, I joined some friends for an evening run only to have one split-second decision impact the next few weeks of my life. I took an unplanned step off of the sidewalk, rolled my left foot and subsequently broke my ankle. Continue reading Forty and Fractured
Run, Kamandi, Run! 