Between biking more, swimming more, and the fact that it’s 80 degrees at the end of September, I’ve reached new levels of showing-upper-thigh-in-public this year.

More runners than cars on Comm Ave. this morning. It might just be Boston season, baby

The saddest part of landing in Boston after a week in Puerto Rico is forlornly taking my jacket back out of my bag

Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if your Turkey Trot was not on the World Athletics calendar, you actually did not race this morning.

One of the best Lap Counts ever released, if I dare say so myself.

Seb Coe planning the Ultimate Championships

I’m normally a huge workout procrastinator, but nothing gets you to rush through the warmup like having 20 minutes of sunlight left.

Cross country season long runs with the boys without having to actually race cross country is actually kinda a win win

ah yes a new app to keep me away from scrolling twitter and strava