I am bracing myself for the ebbs and flows of a [cross country] season that will inevitably be filled with laughter and tears. And through it all I must find a way to motivate and inspire. So for some strange reason having to do with the grieving process deciding it was time to deal with some old pain, I am dedicating this season to the memory of my late sister, Monique . . .
Way back when I started coaching in 2005, I thought it was something of a lark. I’d long wanted to coach distance running and the job fell into my lap. After years of writing training articles for running magazines and more than a decade traveling the globe writing about endurance sports, I thought myself uniquely suited to the rigors of coaching high school cross country and track....
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....
