On Finishing My First Half-Marathon

I ran my first half-marathon last week. I had several goals going into this 13.1-mile romp along the Pacific coast: Don’t walk. Just don’t. Don’t go to the bathroom at mile 8. Don’t resort to running shirtless because of nipple-chafing. Do keep blisters to a minimum because they will inevitably happen. Do break the 2-hour threshold. Well, I can proudly say I accomplished all of my major goals — thanks in large part, no doubt, to my free pre-race massage. […]

April 22, 2012: The Day My Kneecaps Explode

Yesterday I ran 10 miles and almost perished in the process. I’ll elaborate on that fun tale in a future TMZ post coming soon to an Internet near you. For now, I’ll just let y’all know that it’s official: I’m all signed up. April 22. Half-marathon. (That’s 13.1 miles.) (The .1 gives it a little extra zest.) I’m pretty sure my legs won’t survive the trek, but I’ll belly-crawl that canyon from miles 9 to 13.1 if I have to. […]

Help Me Kill My Love for Running

Rob Shepherd is running a half-marathon. In the Outer Banks of North Carolina, no less. I ran track and cross-country in high school, and have miraculously continued running in the seven years since. But I’ve never run a marathon. Full or half. Or any distance greater than 7-8 miles, really. This needs to change. I leave for a summer job in mid-May, and I’ve determined that I want to run in a half-marathon before this happens. Does one usually need […]