You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.

You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.

Eventually, competition and adventure wane, and I enter my ibuprofen phase. Tweaky hamstrings and achy knees restrict mileage, but I continue running for health, sanity, and the ritual of a Sunday trail run with like-minded buddies. We discuss the nagging injuries that bedevil us, and remember the good old days when we were kings.

Runners like to train 100 miles per week because it's a round number. But I think 88 is a lot rounder.

Grizzly bears eat people without the benefit of music.

Coaches know that a parent publicly scolding his kid after a race will not help the athlete perform better.

I know runners who have suffered a tick bite and ended up with Lyme disease. Ill take an angry moose any day.