This ‘Blog’ is not really a blog.  It’s a story told in chronological order.  

It’s a story about running which sounds very boring.  Indeed, running long distances at a stretch can be boring, painful, mind-numbing, or worse.

But in every run, the good and the bad, something interesting happens. These are the stories I want to tell. Sometimes the stories are sparked by passing landmarks in the magical country side of south-west France; sometimes by the scenes of daily life I pass in streets of Saigon; others have adventure, but juvenile adventure at best.  Often it’s simply some stray thought that appears between my ears as I put one foot forward after the next that starts the story I want to tell.   

So I’ll try not to bore you with daily workout distances, caloric intakes, V02 Max rates, occurrences strange foot fungus or other unspeakable maladies.  I’d rather share the story from Start to Finish.

A story, like a run, comes in many stages.  Some are exhilarating, some frustrating and some simply boring.  You may feel the same about these stories as they progress from Start to Finish so I’ve attached below an excerpt from one of my favorite running stories.  One that, for me, equates to that elusive ‘runners high’ which I personally believe is just a myth.

From there you can read the stories from Start to Finish.  I hope you find something there that amuses you.  The Start is not far away. The Finish is a ways off.  Without giving away the ending, I can say that there is a bit of a twist to Finish.

Enjoy,

Patrick

p.s. If you want to know what music works for me when I run, start the very cool “Grooveshark’ music widget to the right of this post.