How Sweet It Is

Only in these parts can you run a road race and have someone pass you la tire d’érable (or tire sur la neige) at a water stop right in the middle of the race. I am not sure there is an English translation for this glorious maple syrup liquid that forms a gob when poured onto the snow, and then rolled onto a popsicle stick. Yes, this was served at the mid-race water stop, this race was several weeks back on April 25th and it was still pretty cold out, about 0 degrees C or 32 F. I ran in Read More …

In The Long Run

So, I decided to create this blog to share stories about my running adventures over the past 35 years or so.  My only hope is that these stories will inspire people to run, or for those already running, to keep on running. Family and running have been a positive thread throughout my life, I am lucky in that way.  After being born in Florida to a Cuban-American father, and a Mohawk mother, our family moved back to the Kahnawake Mohawk Territory (Quebec) when I was a baby, and that is where I grew up.  Like most children we ran around Read More …