The dreadmill. The hamster’s hell. The death belt. Geez. The way people talk about the treadmill, you’d think it was a medieval torture device. Mention a treadmill to a group of runners, and you’ll be met with a symphony of groans, accompanied by a list of why the treadmill sucks. Because, really – the treadmill…
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It was one year ago that I told you about Carlos and his cancer diagnosis. Many of you responded to “You Have to Fight” and the follow-up columns about him, “The One Word to Ignore” and “Out There: Never Stop Fighting” with an outpouring of support for him. For weeks, I’ve been working on a…
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Post written by Susan Lacke. There’s an amazing camaraderie among runners that’s unlike what you’ll find almost anywhere else. Tell someone you’re a runner, and often you’ll get back an excited, “me, too!” If I see someone wearing compression socks at the grocery store, I’ll talk his ear off about the 10-miler I just finished…
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Post written by Susan Lacke. Admit it — you runners love to poke fun at us cyclists. We’re dork-ish looking people in our helmets and padded-ass shorts who think it’s fun to spend hours pedaling away through roads and up mountains, pretending we’re in the Tour de France. But those of us who both run and cycle know a…
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The boy who was born without a right hand and wanted to play baseball with his classmates. He devised a one-armed throw/catch method, and when the other kids didn’t play with him, he practiced by throwing a baseball against a brick wall. Years later, that boy pitched in the Major Leagues and the United States Olympic team….
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Post written by Susan Lacke. When I was a kid, I always swore that when I grew up my days would be filled with snack time and recess. Twenty years later, though I still won’t admit to being a grown-up, I will say I’ve managed to make my childhood dream come true: life as a…
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Last year, Katie Adzima’s Thanksgiving was filled with what so many of us love about the day: friends, family, football, and food. Lots of food. That day, before dinner, Katie noshed on chips, dips, and appetizers. When her aunt announced dinner was served, Katie giggled with glee as she ran through three full rooms of…
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Post written by Susan Lacke. The doctor with the disheveled hair leaned in, inches away from my face: “To be honest, Susan, I’m not really sure what to make of this.” In her hand, she held the results of my lab tests. A lot of things were out of whack. I had been feeling like…
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