Ruminations over a French Press...My wife left this morning to see an old friend back east. There was a time when her absence meant day after day of pizza from the local joint, followed by a frantic hour of cleaning up the pile of takeout boxes before she came home. The boys and I ate so much Ballpark that I should have bought stock....
What a weekend to be a distance coach. Sometimes progress is measured in small personal bests, as a runner moves their times faster by a second per race, so that by the end of the season the improvement is actually quite sizeable. Sometimes progress is measured in the ability for a runner to think tactically, seeing the race unfold in an almost prescient manner, knowing when the time is right to make a move or to hold back. . . .
