For runners, a place to call home

Posted: 16th November 2015 by Steve Wagner in tales of other runners
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For Richard Dafoe, opening a running store has been a dream in the making. And a labor of love.

Nearly a year ago, he took the plunge by making the commitment — and making it public — that he would open a running store in Grand Forks.

Today, Richard’s store, See Dick Run, opened in the strip mall next to Menards along 32nd Avenue South in Grand Forks. Inventory continues to grow daily as a selection of shoes, apparel, gear and accessories makes its way to the fledgling business. Within 2 to 3 weeks, most lines of inventory will be fully stocked.

Opening a store isn’t an easy undertaking, nor is navigating the business world of large running corporations.

But the new store has been carefully planned and detailed to help all levels of runners. Every detail — from inventory, brands and decor — have been painstakingly planned.

You wouldn’t expect anything less from a dedicated runner.

Dafoe, a former standout runner at Grand Forks Central High School, is head coach of the Red River High School cross country teams and assistant track and field coach. Last month, he was named North Dakota Boys Cross Country coach of the year.  And he’s race director for the Wild Hog Marathon, which will debut it’s 26.2-mile course next fall.

As the store fills with inventory (current offerings include Hoka shoes and Oiselle clothing but inventory will expand to offer several other brands within a few weeks), area runners will find a store to call home. A place where they’ll get individual attention and answers to their running and gear questions. A “home base” to meet and mingle with old friends and new acquaintances. That’s been the case at other independent running stores, and as Grand Forks continues its evolution into a running community, I’d expect the same at See Dick Run.

Inside the store, rich red walls are lined with warm cedar. An oversized iconic logo — a bandana-wearing Richard in full stride — gives visual appeal to the glazed concrete floor. An industrial strength Woodway treadmill provides a track to give new shoes a test ride. It has the makings for a runner’s haven.

Good luck, Richard.



Comments Off on Finding recovery

Time, mileage, pace.

The blue ink of numbers, scribbled in a daily mileage log, offer proof of workouts won and lost.

Some argue that numbers don’t lie, but only the person filling in the squares really knows what each numeral really represents. There are good days and bad. Sacrifices and sweat. Some days don’t offer the same rewards. Not all efforts are equal just like not all miles are equal.

But having something always seems better than a large blank space.

Still, satisfaction in the weeks following a busy fall racing season — St. George Marathon and the Fargo Mini Marathon — has come in other forms. Mainly, a chance to head outdoors and catch a few miles at a time with Coby. He thrusts his paws at me, whines and runs in a circle before sitting. No sooner is the leash clipped on the collar and he’s dragging me out the door and towing me down the sidewalk.



Marathon recovery is part art, part science. It leaves a disciplined runner feeling edgy and unsure. The thought of losing fitness, while balancing both guilt and expectations, before the next bout of heavy training is unsettling. Somehow I’ve countered the numbers and urge to run by trusting how my legs feel.

So I’ve turned to the treadmill more days than not. My research has turned to finding quality treadmill workouts to develop the speed and fitness for the LA Marathon, now just over 3 months away, and developing a new training plan to capitalize on fitness gains this year. Those workouts will be the foundation for spring racing but can’t replace the joy of Coby joining me on a run, especially when it leaves him curled contently on a chair at home.

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