Eamonn Coghlan is not too sensitive about the fact that today's twentysomethings were infants when he ran a mile in 3 minutes 49 seconds and 78 hundredths on a 10-lap track—which is to say, a world record—and he doesn't mind that they don't know who he is or what he's done. That's OK. He's pretty diplomatic, now—a…
This week, in what will be a recurring feature of ill-defined frequency, I interview an honest-to-goodness Runner. Or at least a Runner as viewed through my hopelessly simplistic and insecure lens. We talk about how you should run (short answer: "a lot") and why (it's apparently a categorical imperative) and how…
I recently read something about running the 100m dash, or some record being set, or maybe I was just looking at that Usain Bolt GIF with the dude smiling his face off because he got a fist bump—the specifics don't really matter; somehow I started thinking about sprinting, is all you need to know—and it got me…
Let's talk resolutions. Let's specifically talk about other people talking about resolutions. You know all the capital-R Runners and muscle heads all get together drinking Michelob Ultras and smoking those Stephen Dorff electric cigarettes to shit talk on all the people who flood their gyms for the first couple of…
So I broke the streak last week and if there's one thing I've learned about myself it's that given the slightest excuse not to run, I will take it. Since breaking the streak I think I've run once. Maybe twice. Either way, it's been to a bunch of Christmas songs because Christmas songs are awesome and because not…
It's been over three weeks since the run-at-least-a-mile-every-day streak began and I've been true (almost). It's an incredible nuisance.
This is the hard part for me. The race is over and all I have pushing me is my own determination, which is another way of saying "nothing." It's especially dangerous now, too, that the holidays are coming up, which is so weird when you think about it.
The half-marathon was yesterday. This post concerns the week leading up to the race, so I'll talk about that next week. Assuming I finished the race and/or did not die. Stay tuned! Here's this week's Spotify playlist.
What a smooth week of being physically fit and observing a healthy, balanced diet it has been. What say we gather 'round the chiminea and swap stories of our personal triumphs? And share music, too. Here's a Spotify playlist. Let's get to it.
We welcome September into our lives and all it has to offer: sweet weather, the NFL, meaningful baseball games and two months before I have to run 13.1 consecutive miles. It's a pretty decent time to be alive; let's talk about why it's not. Here's your Spotify playlist.
I discovered something this week on the treadmill. God, the treadmill is just the worst. The absolute worst. That's not the discovery. Calling that a discovery is like saying Christopher Columbus discovered the Americas. What I'm saying is: the Vikings were somehow involved in the manufacturing of a crude treadmill…
We've got a short playlist this week for a couple of reasons. First, I am at the very beginning of a new training schedule, so we're starting slow at three miles. Second, one of the songs was 16-minutes long. You're going to hate it. Here we go! A Spotify playlist can be found here, and the rest starts now.
OK, we are back on a normal schedule now, I promise. Sort of. Maybe. I don't know. Can you ever really make a promise like that? I could die or, you know, win the lottery or something. Haha I'm just kidding, I would never waste money on things that aren't high-end electronics or food and drink. The upshot is: more …
Welcome back, after a week-long vacation, to the immature grumblings about the barest minimum a person could be physically active without travelling backwards through time and space. Here's a Spotify playlist; let's get to business.
It's Sunday so it must be time for some overgrown baby to complain about fitness and share his inarguably impeccable taste in music. Yay! Your Spotify playlist is here. I'm also going to ask for some recommendations in the comments.
In this week's episode of Recovering Fatass Soundtrack, watch a man go from clapping himself on the back for merely writing down a weak-ass running schedule to signing up for another race, in little over 2,000 words. Here's the Spotify list that gets you there.
Summer is technically here and that means being outdoors is to be officially avoided if you are a large, sweaty person. It was another week of split time between the treadmill and trail running, but I'm preparing myself for the reality of a completely treadmill-based existence for the next three months or so. I'll…
My wife's butt is quickly pulling away. My dog's tail, though already small to begin with, looks like a peppercorn in the salad green of the forest. And I am hydroplaning through the muck of the trails. It is raining, I am running and I am hungover. Fuck.
This week was a hybrid, both musically and running...ly. I ran outside and inside on the treadmill. I've also mashed up a couple playlists here because I've been making smaller playlists throughout the week instead of one long one like I had been while training for the half-marathon. This is because I'm not running …
This week was the kind of week that tests even the most capital-R of Runners' dedication to not being a total waste-of-life fatass: it rained a lot and when it wasn't raining it was hotter than Mrs. Reilly tongue-bathing some shrimp vindaloo. Here's a Spotify playlist that assisted in braving the elements.
