Running Between The Lines

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

Yes, I Started A Blog

Usually when people start a blog, they feel obligated to justify why they started a blog. They answer questions like Who am I to voice my opinions? and Why should anyone care what I have to say?  I think that is silly. I write fairly well. I enjoy writing. I find writing to be very therapeutic. So I'm going to write. Whoever wants to read, can read. It's really quite simple. So far I've only got one legit blog post, Redefining Success - Part 1. The rest are all just things I've written over the years. I included them mostly because my homepage looked really…

Redefining Success – Part 1

This past spring track season was probably the most successful track season of my life. That statement may seem silly to most people who know what I accomplished in my previous two spring track seasons, but the key to understanding my logic is knowing the definition of success that I’m applying. I always have been and always will be a goal-oriented person. As much as I have worked over the years to appreciate the process, when it comes down to it, the factor that weighs heaviest in my mind when I am defining my own success is still whether or…

The Indoor 2010 3000m State Qualifier

Recollection of the things I do and do not remember from the pivotal race my senior year of high school in 2010. In the four 3000m races I ran prior to this one, I ran 10:35, making the same mistake every single time - going too early. In this race, the only one that season the truly mattered, I finally figured it out and qualified for track states for the first time. It was before this race my coach Arnett introduced to me a simple combination of words that would one day come to define me not only as a…

A Box of Memories

Reflection after an early and slightly disappointing end to my first collegiate cross country season in 2011. I have a shoe box on my shelf full of medals. Sometimes when I'm feeling down. Or slow. Or before a big race. Or when I'm just bored. I open the box. One by one I take them out. And one by one I remember. And I'm always amazed how nothing but a piece of metal. And piece of ribbon. Can mean so much. Not literally. Because medals are just medals. And they will one day gather dust in an attic. But symbolically.…

Here’s to The Heps

Pump up note for the 2011 Ivy League Heptagonal Cross Country Championships. We won that year, for the first time in 13 years. We won by one point. A little something I wrote for you guys to read. I hope it inspires you, because you all have inspired me. Being apart of this team and having the chance to run this race with you guys is a true honor. I've got a good feeling about this guys. CUXC. Lets get it. Here’s to running in the rain. And through the mud. To running when it’s hot. When it’s cold. When…

The Line

Piece I wrote for English class my senior year of high school. My inspiration - the start line at Bowdoin Park.  You’re at the starting line. You look down at it, the actual white line, and you remember a quote you read once. “We all have a line to cross. It’s drawn for us. The difference between you and what you become. Two worlds separated by four inches of paint. Watch your step.”  You wonder where you read that from. Some Nike ad probably, they always have the best quotes.  You wonder what exactly it is that you are about…