Chasing a DNF

Whoever invented snickerdoodles should be Czar of the world. There are few things in life I find better than perfectly baked snickerdoodles, especially after a particularly successful half marathon. I don’t know who invented them, but it’s possible the name has German origins, or just a meaningless made up name from New England. Anyway, before this becomes a post about the sweetness of cookies, I’ll move on, just know that if you bring snickerdoodles to a race, I’d like to be your friend. This St. Patrick’s Day, Harmony, PA played host to a holiday road running event: The Shamrock Shuffle. Three races; a half marathon, 5k, and 1 miler, for a total of 17 miles if you wanted to elect to do all three. You see what they did there? Clever, and fun if you don’t mind brutalizing your legs on a 19 degree morning in March.   I like brutalizing my legs on 19 degree days in March so I signed up for all three and got to it.   The 10th annual Harmony, PA Shamrock Shuffle 7:30 AM and w

Murphy’s law state’s that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” . As with many things in life, it can be argued that perception is relative to he or she who is perceiving. Indeed a meteor did not come hurling in from space to annihilate me on the trail, but it could have, and by the end of this race I may have welcomed it. So maybe we should restate the law as “anything relevant that can go wrong, will go wrong.” The Naked Bavarian McCalcium and I drove out to the Reading area the night before (in style in the sweet Toyota Sienna using as many of the 23 cup holders as we could). Side note, if you ever book a hotel that has a field to enter special request, DO NOT pass up on that opportunity. Once in Tucson, AZ I got a Best Western to put a framed picture of Val Kilmer on my nightstand. I humbly requested the Fairfield Inn place a picture of Justin Beiber on McCalcium’s night stand. They kind of didn’t disappoint. He got this (I don’t know what they meant by it).