Things you need to know about this blog

  • The general non-running public thinks there is nothing more insufferable than a runner talking about running. In fact, I think the general running public agrees with this sentiment. Yet, lots of people seem interested in reading about running. I have no idea why this is
  • I’ve been thinking about writing a blog for a long time, but have never pulled the trigger. Writing is very personal and sharing that writing is unnatural for me. Even if a blog post is about a pair of running shoes, when I publish it I feel like I’ve just taken you on a tour of my bedroom
  • Sharing the blog with strangers is much easier than sharing with friends. I’m pretty okay with a bunch of strangers I’ll never actually meet thinking I’m stupid / vain / a bad writer
  • I have no goal for this blog. I’m not trying to attract readers and I’m not trying to score free gear. I’m writing because it’s fun. If people read it and find it interesting, I may write more
  • The blog is about how I see the world, especially as it relates to running. These are personal thoughts and views. I’m not a running coach or a doctor – I’m not even a particularly good runner. I’m jotting down thoughts, mostly unedited, and I’m guessing the quality reflects this
  • Sometimes I’ll write things that aren’t (or are only tangentially) about running. Feel free to skip
  • There are lots of great running blogs out there, many of which are well better than mine and written by more knowledgeable people. I’ll often link to or otherwise point you in the direction of the writers I admire

Things you need to know about me

  • I was incredibly slow growing up. Like tortoise and hare slow, but only if the tortoise was so slow that the hare stopped mid-race, doubled back to make fun of the tortoise, then took a nap, and still won the race by 30 minutes
  • I was so slow that I had to choose sports where I wouldn’t have to run – and when you reflect on the fact that wrestling involves getting beat up by sweaty dudes wearing spandex, you start to recognize how much I loathed running. Otherwise I’d end up with sarcastic nicknames inspired by my (lack of) speed: hence, to this day, members of my sixth grade baseball call me “Dashing Dave”
  • In my early 20s I realized that lifting weights was a silly thing for me to be doing – the chances seemed really remote that I’d become trapped under a 200 pound rock that I desperately needed to lift off my body, lest I be crushed
  • Running, however, seemed like a better way to maintain my weight (while eating a diet primarily centered around bacon cheeseburgers and IPAs) and establish some level of fitness
  • I hated running at first. Then it got easier. As it got easier I hated running less. Then I got bored. It was just the same thing over and over and over again. So I decided I’d either have to quit running or get more serious about it and set some goals. That’s how I decided to run my first marathon
  • Since then I’ve run 10 marathons and 3 ultras (kind of)
  • I’m pretty serious about my running, but I don’t take it seriously. I meticulously plan my training and almost never miss a run. I have goals for distance and pace and I work hard to achieve them. I also eat terribly and frequently drink too much the night before runs. So yeah, I’m pretty serious but don’t take it seriously
  • I’m a mediocre to mediocre-plus runner. My marathon PR is 3:19, better than some and worse than some. When you consider the literally thousands of hours I’ve spent running (and the thousands of more spent thinking about running) over the last ten years, it doesn’t seem very impressive


  • I believe that running is fundamentally personal. What’s good for some is great for others and pretty poor for still others
  • Most importantly, I believe that running is fun. Sure it can be about competition
  • and health and myriad other things. But at the end of the day I run because I have fun running
  • Lastly: I’m married to Awesome Wife Kelly – she kicks ass