Heart Rate Training Year One. March 2017. A year ago I stepped out of the hospital after a week long battle with a rare blood infection and decided it was time. Time to commit to heart rate training. Since completing my first 50k the previous October I had been focused on speed training, trying to regain some of the tempo I had lost after months of focusing exclusively on endurance. I was frustrated. My usual high intensity training routines were not yielding results, and I felt I was breaking down more than I was building up -- pushing myself right to the edge of injury without meaningful results. My Spring race plans had been upended by hospitalization, so for better or worse I was truly starting fresh. It was the perfect time for a new training approach. Read more.
Content a la Carte. November 2016. In the Netflix era, the broadcast network no longer has any value as a brand. Viewers cherry pick their content from a variety of sources that are increasingly disconnected from the originating network. Yet media companies still cling to the notions of channels, content aggregation, and bundling as the way to monetize content. Market forces alone will ultimately erode this model beyond viability. Read more.
Baker Lake 50K. October 2016. There are many reasons why I've felt, for the last two years, that the 50K trail run is best running event for me. A challenge that is daunting but within reach; a physical effort that is more complete than a marathon, but less damaging to the body; time communing with nature that I have cherished since my first camping trip as a child. Yet desire divorced from action is merely fantasy. At the Baker Lake 50K I endeavored to answer the question: can I really lay claim to my place among 50K ultra runners? Read more.
Southern Pride. September 2016. I was born in North Carolina and lived my whole life south of the Mason Dixon Line until I went off to graduate school. I attended segregated schools until the 4th grade. My mom's family was from Arkansas, my Dad's family from South Carolina. So my southern roots run pretty deep. Read more.
50 Words for Snow. June 2016. On my lunchtime runs along the Seattle waterfront I see them everywhere: the 'Bro Runners', broad shouldered and muscular, running shirtless side by side; the 'Cross Fit Queens', in their skin tight lycra, veins and muscles standing out as they struggle to carry their kettlebells up the Madison Street hill; mixed martial artists whipping through their sweat-filled workout as I pass through the gym on my way to the shower. These are the mascots for the "ethos of suffering". In their world pain is the adversary they eagerly battle, a foe to be embraced and dominated, because "no pain no gain" is our fitness way of life, right? Read more.