Today's "long" 15-miler

We are all well aware that 18 miles or more is a long run, so you don't need to remind us, Danny-Boy. 

But there are exceptions. Right? RIGHT???

Nope. 18 is 18. Doesn't matter how tough the run is; you either achieve the mileage or you don't. You ought to know that, Danny-Boy.

But there was ice, snow, cold, and fast friends who were also having difficulties. Besides, 15 is close enough to 18, isn't it?

Sorry, but no. It don't make no nevermind, DB.

Okay, I guess I get it. This means that today's run was a failure. I guess I'll just go and cry.

Ice-Nine Redux

The subject of Ice-Nine has graced this blog in the past. In case you forgot, here is my description from a 2018 post:

Ice-nine is a fictional material that appears in Kurt Vonnegut's novel Cat's Cradle. In the story, it is invented by Dr. Felix Hoenikker and developed by the Manhattan Project in order for foot soldiers to no longer have to deal with mud. The project is abandoned when it becomes clear that any quantity of it would have the power to destroy all life on Earth, since the entire planet would become frozen regardless of temperature. 

A global catastrophe involving freezing the world's oceans with ice-nine is what we seem to have this morning. It's cold out, and it's slick. The roads hadn't been so bad driving down to Medina, but now that I'm meeting with my friends, things aren't so hunky-dory. Even the Lexington Ridge Clubhouse parking area is treacherous. As we head out on the road, it gets worse. We're all shuffling slowly, except for 4WD Otis. He's happy as heck. The rest of us, not so much. With only a mile to go, two of my friends make full-body contact with the road. Ouch. Otis wonders what the problem is. Somehow, we all make it back. I'm hoping we're all okay.

The best news about today's run is that it's over and that there were apparently no major injuries. AND that it wasn't me who fell... For a change.

Lube: it's not just for breakfast anymore

What's that smell? Oh, nothing. It's just something metallic burning inside the treadmill. Good thing I am nine miles into my ten-mile run. My old True machine might possibly just make it through one more workout. Or not.

It's my fourth mill day in a row. That's because the weather's been frightful. And winter is just beginning. I usually go stir-crazy after milling around so much. I'm about there now. 

Once the odor becomes strong enough, I begin to worry. Is this the end of days (for the beast)? Please, treadmill gods, help this 24-year-old baby get through one more year. I stop and add some lube. Not for me, for the mill. I do this by spreading pelletized wax under the hot (too hot) belt. Then I walk-jog another mile.

Now the smell is less metallic and more like burning wax. An improvement? Who knows. Snow is in the forecast for tomorrow, so I may be milling at least one more time. Then, we will see.

Buckeye Woods Fun Run

The annual Buckeye Woods 50K is no more. It was fun while it lasted. Rather than let the tradition die completely, a few of us (Turkey Tom and The Usual Suspects) did a run run on the old course. And fun it was. Really!

Julie Boggs, Michelle Wolff, Shannon Barnes, Theresa Wright, and some guy

2025 Medina Turkey Chase - Guest Post by Turkey Tom

Editor's note: from time to time, we here at Dan Horvath's Running Blog invite guest posts. This is one such instance. Turkey Tom done good.

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Julie Boggs (Left) and Turkey Tom (Right)

"You have to act silly and run very slowly." Those were the job requirements set forth by Race Director Beth. "I was born to do this," I answered.

Race Director Brian helped me get suited up. We didn't want a wardrobe malfunction today, and the suit presented many such opportunities. Most importantly, I wanted to stay vertical for the entire run. I saw several of my friends prior to the start. They were surprised to learn that I was THE Turkey today. Evidently, we did a good job of keeping my identity secret.

Before the four-mile race, it was time for the one-mile kids' fun run. I started and finished the run, but I didn't do the middle. That's the hard part. It was fun to encourage the kids as they came into the finish.

The start

I gave myself a bit of a head start for the main event. But eventually, after oh, ten yards or so, the lead runners caught and passed me. I didn't think I would be the overall winner today, anyway. The deal at this race is that, if you beat the turkey, you win a shot at $100 off a pair of running shoes. During the race, several folks were surprised to see me. And, of course, to pass me. But pass me, they did. Several asked if I was "THE" Turkey. I said yes and gave them the thumbs-up. This, even though turkeys don't really have thumbs. And by the way, I didn't trip, but those turkey feet made running a little challenging.

Among those passing me were running friends Mallory and Michelle. We talked a bit and caught up. But catching up wasn't something I was doing well today. Having fun, yes. Catching up, no. Eventually, we finished. I let them get ahead of me so that they would have a chance at the drawing. Ain't I great?

Form Fartlek

Form Fartlek was the order of the day. I was at the track and my running partner du jour, Debbie Hicks had just left. I had a few miles to go, so the fartlek began. Here is a description of the activity. It's an excerpt from my book, Run a Lot.

Fartlek, aka Speedplay, is a distance runner's training approach developed in the late 1930s by Swedish Olympian Gösta Holmér. In its widely adopted contemporary forms, fartlek training alternates periods of faster and slower running, sometimes over natural terrain. It differs from traditional interval training by being less structured. To put it another way, traditional intervals can be thought of as speed work, whilst unstructured off-and-on speed running can be considered speed play, or fartlek. It can be done on roads and trails, and it may seem a little less exhausting. Most speedwork is best when done with friends; there is power in teamwork. Not to mention that misery loves company. This is especially the case with fartlek training.

From Galloway's book, I learned to do 'Form Fartlek' running. This is somewhat more structured than traditional fartlek, but it's also not the same as other interval training. The fast portions are done at close to lactate threshold pace, but it's not the same as tempo running either. After the warmup, I alternate fast and slow half-mile segments. The fast parts are faster than an easy training pace, but slower than 800-meter repeat pace. The easy parts are faster than interval recovery laps. The key point is that while I'm running the fast segments, I concentrate on my running form. Just thinking about it helps make it happen, but you can also apply some ideas about how to concentrate more on your running form.

Efficiency trumps sheer effort. Improve your form, and the speed will come naturally.

There. I successfully made it through that description of fartlek training without the slightest hint of a joke. I am known to have high ethical and moral standards. All types of toilet, potty, and other scatological humor are strictly off the table. (Maybe on the seat, but most assuredly not on the table.) So don't look for any fart humor here, I would never, ever say anything at all like, "I fartlek in your general direction." (See Monty Python and the Holy Grail if you haven't already) It would be beneath me. 

cissalC llaF Race Report

You know the feeling. You're walking in a grassy area, and the ground that had been relatively solid suddenly goes, squish. Yep. You stepped in dogshit. Dan's race is done, but this is a good metaphor for his day. Let's consider Dan's race in reverse order so that it might have a happy ending.

Dan has some chili, but it's cold. He shouldn't have waited so long, but he had been talking with friends, and he had to get his second AG award. He gets to talk a bunch with racer extraordinaire, Alan Dravenstott, whom he hasn't seen in a while. He also recounts Theresa Wright's excellent race with her and her husband, Gary. He sees several other friends, new and old, including Roberta Gangl and Rob Lisy, both of whom he hasn't seen in a long time. The Fall Classic is a race where everyone knows your name. And they certainly know Dan's.

Dan, Alan, Theresa (photo: Gary Wright)

The finish line magically appears at 1:53:24 after the start. It's been a tough one for Dan. Real tough. Somewhere between mile 13 and mile 13.1, Hope and John Hnat pass Dan like he was standing still. It's a great run for them, especially Hope, who had been injured earlier in the year. Of course, John (at the start) had been talking Dan up and sandbagging it all as usual.

Rob passes Dan in the final mile or two. Dan isn't surprised. Theresa passes Dan with two or three miles to go. After a few encouraging words, Dan tries to stay with her. It's not even close. She is moving, passing everyone by. Dan? Moving isn't a good word for what he's doing at this point.

The nice thing about this race, other than everyone knowing your name, is that the double-out-and-back course allows everyone to see each other on several occasions. Dan sees Alan go by a couple of times, and he's really moving along in second place. He sees his other friends as well - you know, the ones who will pass him later on.

Dan has to stop and tie his shoe near the one-mile mark. It may be the first time this has ever happened to Dan in a race. Not a good omen. He had been concerned about his recent lack of training. Thus, expectations had been low from the start. Such matters were discussed in Dan's pre-race blog post.

Dan's loot

2025 Half Marathons

The will to prepare

It’s packing time. The Fall Classic Half Marathon is just a couple of hours away, and I don’t have a thing to wear. Okay, that’s not true; I just have to decide what. Temperatures should be in the forties, which is perfect for running, but not so great for hanging around before or after the race. Some of the fundamental questions are:

How many layers? Short sleeves or not? Compression arm sleeves or not? Hat? Gloves?
What extra stuff for before and after? And don’t even get me started about gels, water, caffeine, etc.
All of this preparation brings me to one of my favorite quotes. It’s more about training than packing, but both are forms of preparation.

The will to win is nothing without the will to prepare

The quote is a variation of a saying attributed to several coaches, including Bobby Knight ("The will to win is not nearly so important as the will to prepare to win") and Vince Lombardi ("Everyone has a will to win, but very few have the will to prepare to win"). Another version is attributed to Tanzanian runner Juma Ikangaa: "The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare". The core idea is that desire alone is not enough; true success comes from the dedication to prepare and put in the hard work beforehand. This highlights that the effort put in before the actual event—the hard work, practice, and planning—is more critical than the wish to win itself. While most people want to win, far fewer are willing to put in the time and dedication to prepare.

Ikangaa, a sentimental fan favorite, finished second at the Boston Marathon three years in a row, from 1988 to 1990. He famously trained extremely hard, but was disappointed when he didn’t win. When he finally did win the New York City Marathon in November 1989, he explained his success with his famous quote. Reading between the lines a little, we can guess that Ikangaa always felt that he had the will to win, even when he didn’t. What may have changed when he crossed the line first is that he had worked even harder to prepare. (Read: to train.)

My packing preparation is now complete. I should be fine as long as I haven’t forgotten anything vital. I don’t think so. My training (preparation), however, is a different story. When I signed up for a bunch of half marathons early this year, I had been thinking that this one might be my best chance for a speedy time. But now I think it could be the slowest. 

Until now, it’s been a pretty decent year. My marathon times have been in line with recent years, and my half-marathon times have improved. Most were consistent, but the Hofbräuhaus Half at 1:47 exceeded all expectations. But my training in recent weeks has been almost non-existent. So expectations for today’s race are low. Very low. But that’s okay.

Steamrolled by women

"Hey, there's an old guy running with some beautiful women," goes the remark as the respective groups pass by one another. "They are probably saying the same about us," goes the further observation. This is, in fact, quite likely the case, and it's not the first time Dan has been in this position. But here's the thing: he likes it. 

Then comes the steamroller. The all-purpose trail through the Cleveland Metroparks had just been resurfaced, and the steamroller was there for the taking. It wasn't actually taken, but a photo was.

Steamrolled again. This time by Theresa Wright

It turns out to be quite the eventful long run. Dan needs to do more of these.

Dan and friends

Running in Nevada and Utah

It's about as bad a scenario as can be. Picture this: you're in Moab, Utah, and your wife (aka the Lady Adventurer) informs you that the Bears Ears Marathon is Saturday. Thirty-six hours away. This is the first you've heard of it, but it's immediately clear this would be a fantastic event. It's through scenic Bears Ears National Monument, a place you want to visit. It's downhill and the weather will be great. But then there's the downside: you're in no shape whatsoever, considering the marathon a week ago and another two weeks before that. Even so, you don't rule it out altogether just yet.

You're in Moab as part of a road trip to visit national parks. You've been to all of them now, so it's time to relax a little. But this decision is causing much anguish. How can you possibly miss such a great opportunity? You can, if you believe you probably wouldn't be able to complete the race. You've done some stupid things in your running career, but running the Bears Ears Marathon would rank near the top. It hurts, but you (very) reluctantly decide... I just can't. It would be folly.

There was some other running (but mostly hiking) along the way on this road trip. But not much. Here's a brief rundown.

Baker, NV - Just a couple of miles up and down the lonely, quiet highway. Nice sunrist.

Torrey, UT - About the same as Baker, but there were some big hills involved.

Moab, UT - Great place to run, especially considering that the marathon would be taking place down the road. The bike path leads all the way to Arches National Park. It also goes along the Colorado River. Running don't get much better.

Want to hear more about this trip? Check out the travel blog post.

Baker, Nevada

Moab Morning

InFirst Bank Veterans Marathon Race Report

It's all fun and games until the wall rears its ugly head. It becomes particularly unfun when it happens at mile 17, with nine whole miles to go.

Debbie and I drove three hours over to Blairsville, PA, yesterday. Blairsville is close to Indiana, PA, about an hour from Pittsburgh. Saylor Park, the race start/finish, is actually in Blacklick and is also close by. The weather was cool and mostly cloudy: just about perfect. After a brief ceremony to commemorate Veterans' Day, BOOM, the canon went off.

lining up just before the canon went off

And so did we. There were only around 150 marathoners and relay runners. The Half-Marathon starts a half-hour later. The course is an out-and-back on the crushed limestone Ghost Town Trail, and the scenery is spectacular. I took in the surrounding hills and rock formations, and the nearby beautiful Blacklick River. I don't think I could love any race more than this one. 

I ran this race in 2018 and 2019. I completed both under 3:50. I didn't think that was in me today, but perhaps I could at least beat 3:55. Sub-4 was my secondary goal. Reaching halfway at about 1:57, I had a good chance. I even picked it up a little after that.

But oh, that mile 17. I suddenly had to work much harder to maintain the steady pace I'd been running. Little by little, the pace became slower and slower. I kept telling myself I could still break four hours as long as my mile pace didn't slip above 10 minutes per mile. I kept loading up on gels and caffeine. Even at mile 25 at 3:45, with 1.35 miles to go, I wasn't sure I'd make it. After mile 26, my leg began to cramp, and I became terrified that it would stop me. I slowed down even more, but still managed to keep going and cross the finish line. 

Heading into the finish

My finish time was 3:58 and change. It would have felt a whole lot better had I run the first half slowly and the second half faster. But we don't usually know our best starting pace, do we? How much better might I have run had I not done Columbus two weeks earlier? We'll never know.

I still have to reiterate that this is one of my all-time fav races.

Got my medal and my beer

Psoa, ever have this before?

Way back in 2024, I published a post called, Psoa ... Don't Do That.  Therein, I found some stuff that applies right now. I first noticed it the other day... It hurts when I move my right leg forward. You kind of need to do that when you run. This could be due to an issue with my psoas, or it could possibly be something else. The psoas muscle winds from the side of the spine, around the hip to the front of the leg, and attaches (eventually) to the femur.  My pain is at the top front of my thigh. Prior to last year, I experienced it at the 2012 Sam Alpern Half-Marathon.

((My Dad's old Vaudeville joke: A guy goes to the doctor, saying, "Doc, it hurts when I raise my arm like this." The doctor asks, "Did you ever have this before?" The guy answers in the affirmative. The doctor then makes his diagnosis: "Well, you've got it again." ... 

Alternative scenario. A guy goes to the doctor, saying, "Doc, it hurts when I raise my arm like this." The doctor says, "Well then, don't do that."))

The main reason I'm concerned is that I have another marathon in five days: The Veterans Marathon in Blairsville, PA. It would be very helpful to be able to move my legs forward during the race. The pretty-good news is that, as of this morning's run, my condition seems to have improved. It's possible that the strength training and stretching are working.

All the help I can get

Long runs can be tough. Especially for a long run that's a week after one marathon and a week before another one. Especially, especially when I'm tuckered out from some fast-paced mid-week runs. I knew ahead of time that this one wouldn't be pretty. It just had to get done.

To accomplish today's Lester Long Run, I did some of the usual long-run preparation. Yesterday, I drank a lot of fluids, avoided eating too much bad stuff, and pre-packed everything I would need. I also solicited help from my running friends, who showed up for the early as well as the middle miles, thank goodness. Finally, I used some weird nutritional stuff.

How weird? The Haribo Goldbears (gummies), Caffeinated Propel "Fitness Water", and a can of Red Bull are all things I received at recent races and haven't consumed in decades.

Did they work? I suppose they didn't hurt. But having good running friends helps much more. The run got done. Barely.

2025 Columbus Marathon Race Report

The first raindrops begin to fall at around 6:00 AM. I am walk-jogging to the start, and I'd been hoping that the rain would hold off for at least two more hours. But, how bad could a little rain be?

Debbie and I drove down to Columbus the day before, and we'd visited the Race Expo and joined the No-Kings protest at Capitol Square. That had all worked out well, and our dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse had been nice. 

When I arrive at the starting area, there aren't a whole lot of runners around just yet. The rain is coming down harder, and I spot a nice, warm, dry tent. It looks a bit small for the thousands of runners expected, so perhaps some special access is required. A lovely lady checks my bib and looks me over as I rustle through my messy mylar blanket. She lets me in, and I'm surprised to see bagels and other food, along with coffee, water, and other drinks. I talk with some folks over coffee. When it's time to go to the corrals an hour later, I notice that a) there's no wait at all for the local portable toilets, b) there is someone checking credentials as we leave the area, and c) looking back, the tent area says, VIP area. It appears that it was intended for runners who sponsored one of the children receiving care at Nationwide Hospital.

Now in Corral B, I'm miserable. I'm surrounded by a multitude of runners here in the driving rain, and the start is delayed by 15 minutes, so I'm enduring this for 45 minutes instead of 30. My first couple of miles are slow, but eventually, I settle into a decent pace.

Although my goal had been to break four hours (as usual), I try hard not to worry about that. Yes, I'm behind the required pace, but I've got a long way to go. A lot can happen.

A lot does happen. The rain never quits, although it's heavier at times. The wind is challenging as well. I finally catch up with where I should be by about halfway. My time is two hours on the nose. The third quarter of the race gets tougher, though. At mile 17, we're going by Ohio Stadium, and the rain gets harder and the wind becomes stronger. I'm running through water on the road that is sometimes ankle deep. 

This, and a pit stop a mile and a half later, slow me down. My mile 20 time is 3:05:28. That's a couple of minutes to the slow side. But here's the thing. By my watch, the official mile markers are a quarter-mile off now. Knowing that that can equate to a couple of minutes, I'm becoming hot and bothered. I am aware that when race courses, especially large ones, are measured, they are invariably long, since they take the shortest possible distance for the course, and even add a fudge factor. But hear me when I say that no one runs tangents better than I do. Yet here I am, behind the eight-ball in terms of time and distance. And I'm not happy about it.

Thus, I need to pick up my pace. And I do—a little. But not enough. By my watch, I hit mile 26.2 in four hours, zero minutes, and ten seconds. But at that point, I have an additional third of a mile to run. My official finish time is 4:02:47 for the 26.51 miles. I later learn that I've won my ancient age group. So that's something.

By some divine miracle, Debbie is able to find me after the finish. We walk the long, wet mile back to the hotel together. Although I didn't get the time I wanted, I'm satisfied that I did the best I could. CBUS did an excellent job, as usual. The volunteers and organization were terrific, especially considering the conditions.

Now, if we could only do something about that course measurement. And the rain.

It's Marathon Week, and...

It's Marathon Week. Columbus is set for Sunday. As usual, I'm obsessing about things like the weather (it may rain) and my tenuous taper tactics. My greatest concern is a weighty one. Tipping the scale now at around 161, I've lost a couple of pounds since my creatine-heavy high (in August and September), but I'm still fatter than I've been for a marathon in quite a while. 

Time for some further analysis.

In 2002, I wrote an article for Marathon & Beyond entitled, YMMV (Your Mileage May Vary). The subtitle is, The Quest to Determine the Most Relevant Training Elements Begins with Examination of One Runner’s Data. Therein, I analyzed several different training elements to try to determine which ones correlate most closely with marathon performance. Spoiler alert: Overall training mileage and mile-repeat pace mattered the most. I republished the article in this here blog, so you can read the entire thing here. 

Other factors I studied were the number of previous races within the training period, age, and weight. There were a few surprises, but one of them was not the strong correlation between weight and marathon performance. The more I weighed, the slower I ran. 

I decided to recreate the chart with more current data. I studied the marathons I've run from 2015 through May, 2025. These are marathon numbers 101 through 131 on my all-time list. I added data for my weight and age, and performed the correlation analysis. 

Here are the results. First, the good news: Age.

Surprisingly, the percentage of variation is extremely low: 0.47%. This appears to show that there is no difference in my marathon performances over the ten years of data. The percentage is lower than it was for my previous analysis. It should go without saying that I am quite pleased about this.

Now, let's see about weight.

Here, the correlation is slightly higher: 5.72%. Just like before, the fatter I am, the slower I am. But wait a moment. That's not all that awful. Last time, it was 33%. I'm slightly encouraged.

I am not sure why both of these factors have decreased since last time. It may be that I'm working with a set of data that has less variation, or that the data here covers a shorter overall time span. I don't know, but I'll continue my examination, looking at some of the other factors.

There is (a little) hope.

Northeast Ohio 24-Hour (NEO24) VOLUNTEER Report

Everyone loves Larry Orwin. He's just that kind of huggable guy. This was the case before he began race directing the Northeast Ohio 24-Hour Run (NEO24) last year, and even more so now. This year's event was similar to last year's: an unqualified masterpiece. Larry did a superb job of ensuring this success. The runners were well taken care of, and they appreciated it immensely. I think Larry has a job for life.

There were some great and inspiring performances. Even though it was unseasonably hot once again this year, many of the runners did just fine despite that. There were several course records and numerous 100-mile finishers. Each runner had a story, and they were all worth hearing and knowing. One runner traveled from Mongolia just to participate.

I was happy to help. It wasn't too much during the year - only a few odds and ends to help Larry out. Two days before the race, Larry and I shopped for food items at Costco. On the day before the race, I helped load the truck. I worked at the Volunteer table most of the day on race day and night. I did get a short break to visit family at home and later for a 2 1/2 hour nighttime nap. Cleaning up, loading, and unloading the truck after the race was tough after the dearth of sleep. Luckily, we did have some help for that.

As much as I enjoyed helping out, watching the inspiring performances, and kibitzing with running friends, I asked Larry to not count on me for next year. Losing that sleep and all the lifting is tough for an old guy like me. Not only that, but we may have travel plans for this time of year in 2026. Next year's event is in good hands with Larry and (the rest of) his crew.

Troy Orwin (Larry's son), Dan, and Larry

To tell more of the NEO24 story, here is the email Larry sent to the runners:

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Don't cry  because it's over, smile because it happened 

Hello NEO 24/12 peeps,

We hope you are recovering well from our fun filled weekend together!

We've thanked all our fabulous volunteers and sponsors, so this email is aimed squarely at you and your crew. It's rather lengthy, so make yourself comfortable:

Thank you all for supporting our event in its second year! 

Our race committee worked super hard, incorporated feedback from last year and tried to put on a world class 24 and 12 hour event. 

The goal was to help you all go as far as you possibly could. Our apologies for the weather, as it is the one thing we cannot control. 

We thought moving the event out two weeks and into October would bring cooler temps than 2025, but that wasn't in the cards. 

The heat obviously affects running performance. Despite the heat we witnessed many astounding performances and you ALL SHOULD BE VERY PROUD of your accomplishments!

We hope you had fun, accomplished your goal(s), saw old friends, and maybe made some new friends.

Here is some of the data from the event, that we thought you might be interested in:

12 Hour Data (wasn't held in 2025)

• Number of runners: 26
• New Male course record: 69.72 mi - Isaac Barnes
• New Female course record: 51.79 mi - Alicia Belmont
• Oldest runner: 74 - Nica Shields
• Youngest runner: 35 - Jordan Houghton
• Average age: 52.5
• Total miles run by all runners: 1,051.8
• Average miles per runner = 40.4 mi
• Number of people who achieved 50 miles = 9

24 Hour Data

• Number of runners: 58
• New Male course record: 139.4 - Alec Cline
• New Female course record: 112.5 - Laurie Dymond
• Oldest runner: 83 - Michael Haviland
• Youngest runner: 26 - Joseph Brett
• Average age: 50.6
• Total miles run by all runners: 3,547.2
• Average miles per runner = 61.2 mi
• Number of people who achieved 50 miles = 41
• Number of people who achieved 100 miles = 11 
• Percent of runners who acquired 100 mile buckle = 19% 

There were so many cool stories behind each of our runners, but Batbold Ichinkhorloo from Mongolia really stands out. 

He had never been to America before, he and his wife travelled 6,300 miles to run our race and returned to Mongolia on Monday with his only

purpose to travel that far was to run the NEO24! Neither he nor his wife spoke any English. They would facetime with their daughter in Germany 

to translate since she speaks English as well as Mongolian. He texted me after the event, and using Google translate we could communicate.

He said "Great tournament, great country, great people". Read that over three times!

Maybe our world could be a little more united if we all ran together for 12 or 24 hours!

Batbold Ichinkhorloo and his wife with the Mongolian flag

We have most of our bills paid or at least accounted for and I'm really happy to share with you that we generated over $7500 of "profit" that will 

be dispersed as follows:

• 90% to Run to Share
• 10% to Friends of Breakthrough Schools
• $300 to Medina County Park system (for use of the beautiful park)

We thank you for leaving the park cleaner than when we found it and for cleaning up your campsites!

I started a Google photo album with all the photos I took and it can be viewed as well as added to here:2025NEO24 photos. Also, our fabulous race photographer: Stuart Siegfried will have

his official race photos posted on Facebook within the next week or so...keep an eye out for these beauties!

Our FB site has been active for all to see so I would encourage everyone to continue to post your pictures, race reports and comments. 

There were a few of you who weren't around to pick up your Awards - I will send out a separate email with instructions on how to do that later today.

Nothing is perfect, so we would love your feedback as that is the only way we can make the event even better in 2026. Please feel free to respond to this email if you

have actionable feedback for us.

Mark your calendars for October 3-4 , 2026 so that we can see you and maybe some of your running friends who haven't run our event before can experience everything that the NEO24 has to offer.

Thank you again, and recover well!

Sincerely,

Larry Orwin

I do. I did. I'm done.

My wife and I are involved with someone going through a divorce, to the extent that we're hosting the divorce party. We were looking for appropriate (read: cheeky) gifts, but it was too late to get hold of them in time. Instead, we labeled existing bottles of wine with some of the slogans we saw and I printed out. One of the cleaner ones was, "I do. I did. I'm done."

I do. I did. I'm done is the way I felt after today's 21-miler. This long run was similar to others that I've done in recent months. I had company for a good part of it (Katherine Kinsey and Shannon Barnes, my usual partners in crime), but (also as usual) I did the final part alone. I averaged under ten minutes per mile (only just), and I finished strong.

That's all good, but it would have been nice to run just a couple of miles more. But I was tired. It wasn't gonna happen. I do. I did. I'm done sums it up.

Run a lot

My book, Run a lot, has been published. It is now available on Amazon. 

Here is the description:

Like the Mile, the Marathon is a race with a name. Dan Horvath has been fascinated and intimidated ever since he first became aware of it. The event has transcended its original athletic meaning to become a broader cultural symbol. The concept of a marathon implies dedication, perseverance, and the willingness to push through obstacles until the finish line is reached.

This book will first describe how we all got here, and how and why the Marathon came to be an event at all. Secondly, it will examine how Dan got where he is today (such as it is). This will include a few tales of his personal journey. Finally, this book will attempt to answer, How will you get there? Dan will provide his take on training and preparation, drawing on references to books and articles (including some of his own), and will offer experience-based recommendations.