Fueled by Endorphins

I hate that I have to admit this, but I broke my chain…so essentially today is day #1 again.  The fact that I feel guilty about breaking my chain makes me feel like I’m at least moving in the right direction.   This day #1 felt much different for several reasons.  First of all, since…

At day #3 I have already reached a turning point.  If I’m going to do this I can’t half ass it…and I certainly cannot indulge in anymore restaurant week prix fixes.  You would think that when I saw the dessert section of the menu that had a peach cobbler-ish option or what was literally called…

Florence hit the nail on the motivational running speech’s head when she crooned “run fast for your mother and fast for your father, run for your children for your sisters and brothers…”And as I laced up my Asics to hit the road for night #2 I decided it was exactly what I’d do tonight. The weird…

For the Barney Stinson’s of the world I have to come clean and let you know that I’m jumping ship…as of today I will no longer be prescribing to the “not training for a marathon team.”  Here’s a little account of my transition from being a sporadic runner into being a real runner… As many…