Back on the road . . .

Gone this weekend so no running.
3.5 today . . I could have ran for days.
3.5 tomorrow.

I got photos developed tonight from my trip to Boston. I miss my brother. I miss my Megan. I miss having a pocket full of cash, Starbucks on every other corner, Harpoon Beer, brick buildings and hanging around twenty somethings still on fire for careers, love, and future. I had a kitchen conversation at 1AM about God and Grace. I needed that conversation as much as the other person.


I am on my 3rd week of half marathon training. Am running far less miles than I did this winter but do not care because I'm injury free and ABLE to run.

One day you are going to go to a funeral and everybody is going to get to drive home afterwards but you.

I have been thinking about that line for 2 days. I heard it this weekend. It is sobering.

I have been listening to this CD (Band of Horses - -"Funeral" off of Everything All The Time album)

3 miles and 3 miles

3 miles yesterday on the treadmill  . . .
3 miles outside this evening

I am training for a half marathon on June 3rd. I went from being in good shape to lazy, slow and lethargic in about 2 weeks. It has something to do with drinking import beer and eating oreos.

3 miles tomorrow morning. It has been awhile since I have ran outside in the dark. When I watch the sun rise I feel as if I own the day . . .

I was a literature major in college and think this is quite clever. I am going to get a t-shirt made that says this. I will be the only one that chuckles every time I put it on. I don't care.

Hot . . .

March 18.

81 degrees

5.5 miles

20 mp winds

No water.

My body is trying to get used to running in this heat. We have skipped spring in my little acre of the world.

Yesterday I ran in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Just 3 miles but it was 3 miles on a plot of ground I have never ran before. I felt alive the whole run. It is why I run. Today? Not so much!

For some reason I always seem to be running into the wind . . .it was like that when I was kid and rode my bike. Maybe it is a glass half empty or half full type of thing . . .or, the wind is simply always in my face.

I'm still alive . . .

I was in Boston last week.

I am still running.

I am still running out of time.

A lady at the grocery store last night (we were talking about someone we both knew who had just passed away and was in their 70's) . . ."It's never long enough when it is someone you love."

"It's never long enough when it is someone you love."

I'm glad I went to the grocery store last night.

I will make this longer tomorrow night when I have time to write more.

Last Friday I ran a little over 4 miles in Boston with my youngest brother . . .I had a skyline on one side, a river and M.I.T. on the other. I didn't have that this morning.  

I took this photo in my brother's apartment in downtown Boston. It is a few of my favorite things . . .

Starbucks, Bottled Water, Big Building, Music, Beer, Running and books about God.

Today . . .

We have started this thing in our home where we go around the supper table and talk about what made us sad today ,what made us mad today and what made us glad today. How 1950's right? The things that make a 5 year old sad are a lot different than what makes a 42 year old sad. What made me sad today? I was driving in the country and saw an old farmhouse with the windows boarded up and the front porch in shambles. It made me sad for life . . .and death. It made me sad for the house and memories. I am sure that babies were made in that house, and babies were brought home to that house . . .babies learned to walk there and talk there and get up early on Christmas morning. I am sure in that house for 100 years people cried salt tears that tasted like mine and questioned life, questioned God, questioned love. If that house could talk this warm March day it would tell of the games of hide and seek, the smell of supper, the puppy that used to dig in the side yard and how the wind would whip against the bedroom window in the winter. The bible talks about seasons . . .a time for this, a time for that. Time was up for that old farm house in the middle of the midwest and the families that lived there all of those years . . .that makes me sad.

4 miles on the treadmill today.


Our house was built in 1890. Someday it too will be hanging by a thread. Some poor sap like myself will drive by and wonder who lived there . . 

My faith gives me hope . . .but the death of things still makes me sad.
I took my little girl to the park . . .that is what made her glad today.




This is Ryan Adams.
Listen to the words.

Better in a few days . . .

I have a tendency of flying in and out of the dougisrunningoutoftime.com radar. The main reason is not that I haven't been running . . .it is that I write for a living and sometimes this feels like work.

It's not that I don't have anything to say.
It's not that there isn't an audience on here - - -truly, all I ever need is me! Vanity has been a curse!! Just ask the women in my life.

I am excited about the runs that I have planned Thursday, Friday and Saturday. These will be the type of runs that I will take with me into old age. More on those later . . . .

Saturday I ran trails with my son and his buddy. Only about 3.5 miles but straight up a hill in the snow that people around here call Suicide Hill.

Yesterday I ran about 6 miles. I ran at 7AM. I am still shivering. Although I like running in all seasons . . .I am ready to be able to run without so many layers.

I have this New Balance shirt (it is in the photo below) that has kept me unbelievably warm this winter. Thirty to Forty degrees and I don't wear anything underneath it. Twenty to Thirty degrees I will wear a short sleeve Under Armour shirt under it. Below twenty degrees I will wear a long sleeve Under Armour. This thing was CHEAP and it is amazing. . .

My son took this picture Saturday before I ran up Suicide Hill. I think that he thought this might be my last photo! I've got several more ascents of Suicide Hill before this old mountain goat crawls into the cave for good. For the record . . . .the name "Suicide Hill" is 5 million times more menacing than the actual hill!

I'm still kicking . . . .

It has been an interesting week for me as a human being.

I am still alive and kicking.

I have been running - -though not far.

I will write tomorrow.

New favorite website you ask? freecabinporn.com - - -don't worry, it's not what you may hope that it is.

80 miles this month. I wanted 100 miles but fell apart the last week and a half.