July 2nd 2015

It’s hard for me to remember a time in my life when running was non-existent. That is probably due in large part to the fact that running is now a constant fixture in my everyday life. From the moment I wake up until the time I go to sleep, my being revolves around the sport. I consider myself quite fortunate, as a majority of people have standard 9 -to-5 gigs and running is squeezed around their busy schedules. Simply just the thought of heading to an office every day and sitting at a desk for countless hours fills me with looming dread and anxiety. Luckily my office building has no desks, chairs, or buzzing fluorescent lights. For me, my cubicle is out on some gravel road loop on a crisp gray fall day. Sometimes you’ll find me on a cold winter night tucked away in the corner of some old and dry athletic “cage”. Most other times, I seek refuge on a quiet back straightway during a picturesque spring day. Thankfully the company I work for is quite small and my coworkers are — for the most part — steadfast and dedicated. Ever so often we find ourselves collectively teetering on the precipice of great moments of success or heartfelt failure. Some days we will walk away victorious, while other days leave us scratching our heads and going back to the drawing board. But it’s the endless time we spend together outside of those high strung situations that I savor the most.

In two short years I have learned that there are certainly difficult moments in the world of college running — it’s not all PRs, championships won, or NCAA appearances. In the time to come, I hope to show you both the ups, downs, and the in betweens of a collegiate distance coach.