Every Run is What You Make It Gordon Cherr, At low tide, the beach strand at Dog Island is hard packed, mostly level and perfect for running. Not that I expected to find myself out here. Well…er…correction, anywhere I go is perfect for running or...
One year later… Gordon Cherr The old dog stirred from his fitful sleep, casting one sleepy eye at me, and sighing a deep sigh. What was this commotion so early in the morning, he wondered. For me, sleep was anything but fitful; in fact, there had been...
The Special Value of Friends By Gordon Cherr, The searing Tallahassee summer became just too much a few weeks ago and I succumbed to the siren call of Asheville, again, if only for a week. It seemed a good trade at the time and it was – switching...
Of Running and Golf Courses By Gordon Cherr Let’s face up to it, finally. It is time to acknowledge what each and every one of us, as runners, has known to be true since the dawn of time. Golf courses are not there for golfers. Golf courses are...
Running With the Dogs By Gordon Cherr My love affair with running began in 1965, with 10th grade cross country. We had no ninth grade in my high school, just tenth through the twelfth. In my second year of running, a new kid joined the team, Ronnie...
Traversing the St. Mark’s Trail to Posey’s By Gordon Cherr Having moved back to Tallahassee from Asheville (don’t ask, thank you), and after surviving laparoscopic surgery for what turned out to be a double inguinal hernia suffered...
