Well friends, let me tell you, the socks, at least for me, can make a world of difference. Let me set the scene for you. Imagine a guy, on a 22 mile training run. It is a hot Friday afternoon. The heat index is reading 99 degrees and he still has 6 miles to go. Though he has liberally applied… Read more →
Do you need compression socks? Should you wear them while running, or for recovery? Socks or calf sleeves? They cost *how* much? Do I need them? Whether or not you wear compression during or after a run can depend on your reasons for choosing them. Various studies look at different benefits that compression socks might have, which can include helping… Read more →
A few weeks ago I wrote a review of the Ultraspire Kinetic, a hydration vest that I thoroughly love. I like the idea of a hydration vest, but for any run that has aid stations less than 10 miles apart, I think they are overkill. I use a hydration belt during shorter runs or in races that have regular aid… Read more →
Written by Ann Brennan A friend shared Charles Bukowski‘s poem – The Laughing Heart with me. Having just come out of darkness because of a family crisis he heard the poem and thought of me. Immediately I thought of Beyond Limits Magazine and the light it has been in my life. Even as we went through our crisis, I was… Read more →
I really geek out about running shoes. I tend to get a bit fussy about mine. Because of this flaw, trait, or whatever you would label it, I tend to usually have a pretty good understanding about the current offerings out there for us runners. One part of running shoes I have neglected to research though is the laces. Considering… Read more →
There’s strength in numbers. An old saying that everyone knows and I can immediately think of three specific circumstances it applies to: 1. Assembling any piece of Ikea furniture 2. Facing the zombie apocalypse 3. Training for an endurance race of any distance To my detriment I have been too intimidated to hire a coach to help me improve as… Read more →
This approach stood me in good stead once a quarter-life crisis presented me with a skateboard and the idea of riding it across Australia. To many, this was a bizarre notion even to consider, let alone practice, but personally I had never been faced with a larger opportunity. It wasn’t crazy, it couldn’t have felt more sane. For the first time in my life, I felt I had purpose.