Treadmill, Deadmill, Dreadmill

Early in the pandemic, we canceled our membership to the YMCA and bought a treadmill. It was more than just a Dick’s Sporting Goods treadmill—we were told it was a grade just below a gym treadmill. For a year or so, it worked fine. But then it developed some curious traits. The deck seemed toContinue reading “Treadmill, Deadmill, Dreadmill”

You Don’t Make Gains by Eating Salad

Years ago and somewhat against my will (a story for another day), I was training for the Hartford Marathon. It was a gorgeous morning in early September, and I had just finished a nineteen-mile run. I staggered down my street, drenched in sweat, my knees and ankles aching. A neighbor was out watering his lawn—IContinue reading “You Don’t Make Gains by Eating Salad”