Art Of The Marathon

A half moon towered above. Stars speckled the pre-dawn sky. The faint heat from nearby bonfires buffered the morning chill in the Pine Mountains. At the starting line of the St. George Marathon, at 5,243 feet above sea level, thousands huddle for the start on a highway desolate 364 other days of the year. It’s in this place, on…
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Fast Enough

Three blocks goes by quickly when everything feels good. After a few miles at an easy pace, my cadence picked up and my strides felt smooth. The adjustments from a chiropractic appointment prior to last Saturday’s half marathon were still paying dividends — unexpected after my hamstrings screamed with disapproval over moving at race pace. For…
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