My Dad circa: 1948 Tomorrow is Father’s Day. I’ve written numerous newsletter posts and blogs about my Mom over the years, but never really pontificated about my Dad. My favorite Dad stories have to do with sports: the one he wanted for me and the one he didn’t. My Dad wanted me to play baseball and for years I played in every summer league in town. He rarely missed a… Read More »Robert Gilbert Sands: Happy Father’s Day
My Memorial Day Monday was spent in Boulder taking in the Bolder Boulder Pro Team Race. I enjoy the Pro Race (the Elite race), partly because of the Team competition, but mostly because it’s fun to watch the best of the best. This year, my son Ryan and I passed on the running to partake in the spectating. While 54,000 hit the streets earlier in the morning, and I would… Read More »The Beautiful People Are…. well, Beautiful!
There. I said it. I realize that Step One is admitting I have a problem. Done. Check! It began back in February on a long hilly 20 miler as I noticed some discomfort in my right hip flexor. As per usual, I figured it was just a product of a twenty mile run by a heavy old man. In the following month it went from bad to tolerable and while… Read More »My Name Is Rich and I Am Injured!
It is with great sadness that we read of the death of 2008 Olympic Marathon Gold Medalist, Sammy Wanjiru. At 24 years of age, he was one of the greatest marathon RACERS of all time. Details of the death are sketchy at this time, but given the roughness of the last six months of Sammy’s life, anything is possible and frankly, I don’t want to know. I remember Sammy running… Read More »Rest In Peace, Sammy Wanjiru!
The last four or five weeks have been barely short of mediocre. My favorite T Shirt says it best… Time to Get Serious!
There’s a fresh skiff of snow on the ground. The high today might reach 40 degrees. I’m still feeling the effects of Thursday’s terrible 17 mile run. It’s not the best start to my day. Someone or some thing has to pay. If you recall, not too long ago I decided to strike a blow for all of human-kind by negating the depressing results of the Man vs. Computer contest… Read More »Man vs. Computer: Round 3
If you read my last post, you are aware that I have been fighting a severe case of the shpilkes. Shpilkes is characterized by a nervous energy or anxiety that can cast a gloomy cloud over any day. The person that could have cured me was Mary Wittenberg, head Honchette at the New York Road Runners. Dr. Wittemberg held my life in her hands. I love the New York Marathon.… Read More »Dr. Wittenberg Leaves Me For Dead!
It’s an open and shut diagnosis, I have the shpilkes. I learned about shpilkes from my wife, Linda, who spent a previous lifetime (she called it a lifetime, not me) married to a Jewish man (and from what she has told me, his previousness had little or nothing to do with him being Jewish). You don’t have to be Jewish to have the shpilkes, just like you don’t have to… Read More »Need a Shpilkes Cure: Where’s Doctor Mary Wittenberg?
Saturday it was 80 degrees, this morning’s run, it was 16. It’s springtime in Colorado. So just when I thought it was safe to store my winter gear until the fall, I was breaking out the tights and jacket this morning. The tights are the issue…. oh the tights. I’m a loyal consumer. I bought my first pair of Nike Waffle Trainers back in the mid 70’s. Other than a… Read More »A “Brief” Memo to Nike…
Sgt Pepper may have taught the band to play 20 years ago, but if you double that you’ll find an event of greater significance (at least for me). It was forty years ago: March 27, 1971 that six daring youths from Wayne State University set out to run from the campus in downtown Detroit to the Mackinac Bridge, what we charted as being 337 miles. What began as a goofy… Read More »It Was 40 Years Ago Today…..