In the five months since I graduated from Wesleyan University, there have been few sources of certainty in my life. I moved to Ann Arbor within a week of our commencement ceremony, excited to start a new job and begin my adult life. I expected that living in a college town atmosphere would be the… Continue reading My Marathon: Columbus, OH (#6)
Nothing exposes one's ignorance and blatant disregard for personal health quite like attempting to run a marathon after very little training. The rigor of my coursework this semester in tandem with my aversion to running in cold weather doomed my preparation over the past eight weeks. Achieve a personal record in last weekend's race I did not.… Continue reading My Marathon: Washington, D.C. (#3)
A smoky cannon, strong gusts of wind, and salty mists from the Vineyard Sound started my marathon this morning in Cape Cod. My dreams of qualifying for the Boston Marathon in 2017 (the cut-off date for next year's was last month) were quickly dashed as hill after hill presented itself seemingly non-stop from miles 18 through… Continue reading My Marathon: Cape Cod (#2)
Word Count: 420 | Time to Read: 3 minutes | Time to Complete: 21 minutes I’m currently writing this at 3 o’clock in the morning from seat 20D on JetBlue flight 1824 from Lima to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I can’t sleep. For the past three weeks, I traveled throughout the department of Ayacucho in central Peru, meeting… Continue reading A Gringo’s Tale (Fred’s Trip to Peru)
Word Count: 580 | Time to Read: 4 minutes For the next six weeks I will be doing public health work in central Peru in a small village five hours north of the city of Ayacucho. A team of local medical professionals there have proposed a project that would educate families on how to provide ample childhood nutrition given… Continue reading Un corredor en Perú (A Runner in Peru)
Word Count: 1430 | Time to Read: 7 minutes Almost everyone I talked to was in disbelief. There was no way I could run a half-marathon after training for only five weeks. Sure, I would finish the race no sweat, but there was little chance that I would actually accomplish anything significant. Ah, there is a special joy… Continue reading ‘Like You’re Strolling through the Park’: My First Half-Marathon
Among college students, spring term is often pervaded by a phenomenon known as the 'February Funk'. The pairing of consistent sub-freezing temperatures and seemingly endless snow with the increasing rigor of coursework is enough to make anyone want to crawl beneath the covers each night and wish that hibernation was a possibility for our species. But we trudge… Continue reading It’s Official!