Just kick me Robbie

If my life was on the line, I'd want Robbie Gould kicking the ball.

Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me…taper town

10. Last long(ish) run before making a run at 50K on the Ice Age Trail next Sunday. I'd like a little less wet and windy, but can't say I didn't train in it.

13 is my lucky number

I had a hard week, but nothing running 13.1 miles in the woods couldn't cure. Knobstone Trail Mini was its usual satisfyingly brutal self. That's 12. The goal for the year was a dozen half marathons, one a month (plus some other stuff). I'm three months early so, what the hell, I might just make it a baker's dozen.

Anything is possible with the proper incentive

Today I eradicated the (kind-of) word "incentivize" from a piece of copy and I feel like I earned a beer. As good an excuse as many.

Peace out

Some kid on the trails: "You look like a man who knows what he's doing." Me: "If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be doing this." The surf-board toting Bug is for not being the slowest slow old(er) guy to finish today.

Light on the limbering

Yoga class at Run Woodstock. I did not participate because I'm running the Mellow (yeah, right) Marathon in the morning and didn't want to pull anything vital.

To the victors...

Bowling trophy!

You're going down "Man of Steel"

Making my move on superman last night. Boom Shakalaka!

Boom Shakalaka!

I ran No. 11 because it had a funny name and started, as well as ended, on a velodrome. Plus 8 this morning makes 21 for the day, the last big day before Run Woodstock weekend and the Mellow Marathon two weeks hence. "Mellow" Marathon, who are they kidding? Boom Shakalaka!

Riding the bull

Well first you gotta wanna get off bad enough to get on in the first place. A thought that comes at mile 20 of a 21 miler courtesy of Rodney Crowell and Norah Jones and Bull Rider.

Slow mo

Nasty hill just before the finish line was plain mean. Beaver Chase half marathon on some surprisingly good trails in downtown Indy. I didn't see any dam-building rodents to chase. I think I could have taken them. That's 10 halfs for 2015.

It's a Stevie kind of morning

Smokin' cigarettes (not really) Writin' something nasty on the wall (maybe) You nasty boy (Yes!!!)

Spiderman ain't got nothin' over on me

If you're doing the trails behind the Tippecanoe County Amphitheater today, I've cleared out the spider webs for you.

Planning ahead (just a little)

Well, I know what I'll be doing the morning of April 30, 2016 (and hopefully only the morning of). I'm pretty sure of my plans for the evening, too, assuming the Esquire Lounge stays in business. Illinois Marathon registration day.

What's that big yellow ball in the sky?

Perfect day for No. 9; third half on the trails at Eagle Creek this year, but only the first in the daylight (and the second without it snowing on us).

The day after 19

Got your Sunday morning church right hear buddy.

Accidental bird

Amusing myself at the end. I'm such a bad kid (at heart, anyway). Then again, if I wasn't such a kid I wouldn't have been out there running (and finishing) 13.1 miles in that heat and humidity Saturday in the first place.

Spend a couple hours in the sauna

Half marathon No. 8 for 2015, Rock 'n' Roll Chicago, was a blistering (air temperature not land speed) sweat fest. But it is in the can. I need a shower, stat.

Shop 'til you drop

The Rock 'n' Roll Chicago half marathon expo is like a giant mall for runners, he said 4 pairs of socks, a pair of shorts, a new hat, a can of sunscreen, some Body Glide and a packet of Root Beer-flavored Gu later. At least I didn't buy any shoes.

Fast Fourth

I like getting a receipt, especially when it says I ran a minute faster on the back half, which always makes me giddy. I'm damn strange.