September 22, 2014
At one point during the day on Friday, I collapsed onto the floor, and, for a few minutes, I couldn’t have gotten up to save my life.
Every muscle burned. My heart was pounding close to 170 beats per minute. I could have filled a bucket with the sweat dripping down my face and soaking my clothes.
This is what happens to me at the end of a stair race, and on Friday, I raced up the tallest building on the west coast. The building is Read the rest of this entry »
April 16, 2014
Dear Friends (you know who you are),
Me and Mark.
Sometimes when I stand at the bottom of a skyscraper’s stairwell, I can’t help but wonder: What the hell have I gotten myself into? As you all know, racing up dozens of flights of stairs is no easy feat. It’s difficult. Grueling. Exhausting. Punishing. Yet somehow I’ve slowly become a guy that analyzes past performances and plans for future races. A guy that’s dedicated to training and preparation. In broader terms, I’ve embraced an excitement and enthusiasm for a sport that I’ve never had before… and lately, the question on my mind has been: WHY? Read the rest of this entry »