I might be biased by the fact that I was a very impressionable twelve years old, but 1997 was a true golden age of music. The world gave us so many hits that year: Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping, the Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony and Backstreet Boys’ Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), to name a few. We gotContinue reading “Party Like It’s 1997”
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Mowgli Never Ran a Marathon
My healthy lifestyle mantra traditionally centers round five core tenets: drink plenty of water, eat more fresh produce, get lots of sleep, limit my alcohol intake and exercise daily. My routine in India also centered around five core tenets, but with some minor tweaks: don’t drink the water, avoid all produce, stay up ’til dawn,Continue reading “Mowgli Never Ran a Marathon”
Coming Soon to a City Near You
As Woody Allen once famously said: “A running career is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And then all you have on your hands is a dead shark.” Oh wait. Maybe he said that about relationships, not running. It’s hard to be sure. Mr. Allen is clearly an expertContinue reading “Coming Soon to a City Near You”
Let There Be Carbs
I’m 48 hours out from the Manhattan Half Marathon, and contemporary science and/or this Runner’s World article say I should be upping my carbohydrate consumption considerably to replenish my glycogen stores. Gone are the days when a simple spaghetti dinner constituted proper pre-race preparation. Instead, modern research now suggests runners should start carb loading twoContinue reading “Let There Be Carbs”
Home Cooked Meals
After a weekend of football-fueled dietary indulgence – including peanut butter flavored chicken wings because apparently I have the nondiscriminatory palate of a Labrador – I woke up from my slothful Sunday afternoon nap ready for a detox. Don’t get me wrong: nothing refuels after a long run like a 100-ounce beer tube from 123-Burger-Shot-BeerContinue reading “Home Cooked Meals”
Over the River and Through the… Brooklyn
Most things in life are better in dozens. Hey, man, I made you a dozen cupcakes! Surprise, honey, I bought you a dozen roses! Way to go, Jesus, you have a dozen friends! I’m not sure the same can be said for miles. I logged a dozen miles this morning as my last long runContinue reading “Over the River and Through the… Brooklyn”
Riled Up Runner 