Run for Dori

This morning, Kathryn, Will and I ran the Boulevard Bolt, a five miler with 8,000 participants. The race benefits the homeless and hungry. I...

In years past, I could count on my hand the number of times I would drop something over the course of a year. Now, each week, I drop a lot o...

I certainly expected to break down emotionally at the end of yesterday's race. I did. But I didn't expect to break down physically d...

I recently stumbled on this commentary from the director of the Kanzius Cancer Reserach Foundation. He mentions Dori and my upcoming run in...

What a month. I love autumn, but this one has been work. The week leading up to October 15, which would have been my 17th year married to Do...

For most of my life, I looked forward to the weekend. Most of us have been conditioned to work hard all week, then recreate, chill or social...

When I was a teenager, I despised psychology, counselors and the like. It was uncool, probably because it was forced on me. Today, I don...

Yesterday was a good day, for many reasons. At 5:15 a.m., I drove in the dark to put out water, power drinks and food along my planned route...

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm asking friends for too much support for cancer research funds. Then, I have a week like this one. A few days ...

When Vanderbilt hired football coach James Franklin last December, Dori took notice while I yawned. I had already decided not to renew my tw...