Your Five Minutes

Thank you Jim it is posted on our FaceBook page. Enjoy your pizza! 📬 Just got a five-minute voice drop from my good friend JD in Pennsylvania — always a treat. He had just finished a solid 4-mile run under blue skies and 80° weather, with the kind of breeze that makes a sweaty workout feel earned. He was cruising down what he calls “the big hill,” passed a neighbor out for a jog, and caught a glimpse of his old deck — the one he rebuilt plank by plank back around 2014. This year, it’s getting a fresh coat of stain and some love on the railings. After the run: animal care, and then homemade pizza night 🍕 — the reward for shuffling his training schedule around this week. Always good hearing his voice from the East Coast. Be well, be safe, JD — talk soon!

Jack ran through the misty forest, moving on instinct, no longer counting miles—just running for its own sake. A younger runner passed and asked if he’d race again, but Jack smiled, saying his ultra days were behind him, having once completed four hundred-milers. His running journey had begun decades earlier in a Montreal winter when a friend, Rich, invited him to a group run up Mount Royal, where he struggled but found something that kept him coming back. He entered his first race, the Bill Lewis 5K, where unexpected competitiveness emerged, and he relished his first race shirt. Later, training for a marathon on Dallas Road, he learned about the “wall” and the mental resilience required to push through fatigue. Running became more than a sport—it was woven into his life, balancing fatherhood, career changes, and friendships forged on the trail. He took on ultras, including the grueling Courtenay-to-Nanaimo 120K, running through the night with no aid stations, where self-sufficiency was key. A friend and competitor, Matt, raced ahead, and Jack wouldn’t see him until the finish, where they both broke the course record. The crowd’s cheers at the stadium felt surreal, a fleeting but unforgettable moment of glory. Now, as Jack ran toward the city, leaving footprints in the dirt, he understood that the future wasn’t about records—it was about the rhythm, the quiet, and the simple joy of movement.

Good morning, everyone—Carlos here! Today, I took a brisk walk around Rithet's Bog, aiming for a long and steady pace since I’ve been doing shorter, faster runs recently. My goal was to get in some aerobic time, enjoy nature, and maybe collect a little firewood along the way. I passed the duck pond, observed the gravel trails, and marveled at the peaceful surroundings, taking a few photos as I went. It was a focused but refreshing outing, perfect for meeting my weekly fitness and outdoor goals.

Hey Carlos, it's Jim. I'm out for a walk in south-central PA, enjoying the 70-degree weather, though we’re heading for 80 by Halloween. We’ve gone 22 days without rain, close to the 23-day record, with only a slight chance of rain on Friday. I’m deep in organizing training materials at work, aiming to have everything set by Christmas, and I’m on week two of a high-fiber, high-fluid diet, which is going well. Enjoying the sound of crunching leaves—chat soon!

The closer on Chris Russell’s rehab. Chris is recording the sound of crunchy leaves as they walk in the dry woods, noting that wildfires are happening in Massachusetts due to the dry conditions and the state’s substantial tree cover, which has increased since the Industrial Revolution. Despite a shoulder injury, they’re progressing well and can begin gentle exercises, although trail running is on hold to avoid further injury. They reflect on past injuries, like a jaw fracture from hockey, and mention adjusting their running goals, now considering a February marathon in Phoenix.