It was hot, really hot, really, really hot. It was the kind of day that race directors and veteran marathon runners dread, and which new runners ignore as they chase their dreams. Trouble wasn’t brewing; it was boiling.I ran the first few miles

few great marathons.I tell you this to explain how I came to be standing in a cold wind which was posing as a summer morning in July, in the middle of an eight-week motorcycle tour. In this particular race, runners who needed more than five hours

in my life, I found that it was nearly identical to other runners’ experiences.At every stop I found people who shared my love of running, my struggle to move past self-imposed limitations and my determination to overcome an earlier life of bad judgement

This section is adapted from No Need For Speed - A Beginner's Guide To The Joy Of Running, by John Bingham. Buy this book!You may be uncomfortable hearing that no one can tell you what your fitness goals should be. No one can tell you how much

your run«BR»Author: John Bingham«BR»Pics: «BR»Issue date: «BR»Keywords:«BR»Type: -->Nearly everything I know about running I’ve learned from other runners. Sure, I’ve picked up some great training tips from books and magazines, but most

. At the Marine Corps Marathon one year, I almost finished in the top 15,000 runners. I would have, but I went out too fast!As I enter my 10th year as a runner, I have to admit that I’m no longer the new kid on the block. I’ve had some wonderful races and some

and racing. If I see another runner approaching me, I try to get that grim look of determination on my face. As we pass each other, I give the traditional runner’s grunt and wave; then, when I’m sure I’m safely out of sight, I relax and go back to having fun

He had the look. As he tightened his shoelaces, tucked in his shirt and carefully donned his sunglasses, he had all the makings of a racer. He was a runner in search of a 5K PB. Everyone around him knew it.Making his way to the start line, he

He had the look. As he tightened his shoelaces, tucked in his shirt and carefully donned his sunglasses, he had all the makings of a racer. He was a runner in search of a 5K PB. Everyone around him knew it.Making his way to the start line, he

– of running. I thought that being a penguin meant looking past others’ expectations and getting to the truth of myself. I thought that being a penguin was about being slow.But then, not long ago, a 32-minute 10K runner introduced himself to me as a penguin. I