The roosters start their symphony well before the Haitian sun breaks over the jagged mountains. It's 5:30 AM, and I'm lacing up my running shoes outside a modest guesthouse in Les Cayes, preparing for...
The rhythm of Shanghai hits you in waves – first the visual symphony of neon against ancient architecture, then the percussion of street vendors calling out their specialties, and finally, the melody...
I remember the first time I rolled into Vegas after running the Red Rock Canyon Marathon. My legs were shot, but my spirit was soaring – until I saw the price tags. Sin City has a reputation for empty...
There's something deeply spiritual about exploring a city on foot, letting its rhythm guide you through streets both ancient and modern. Cardiff, Wales' vibrant capital, pulses with this unique energy...
There's something about the rhythm of waves meeting shoreline that reminds me of a marathon runner's heartbeat – steady, powerful, and somehow both calming and energizing at once. Virginia Beach has b...
The first time I saw Neuschwanstein Castle, I wasn't prepared for how it would hit me. Not just the fairy-tale silhouette against the Bavarian Alps—that's the money shot everyone expects—but the *jour...
The first time I stepped off the train at Budapest's Keleti Station, my marathon-trained legs were itching to explore every corner of this dual city. But even with my endurance background, I quickly r...
The first time I visited Los Angeles, I did what most tourists do – battled the crowds at the Hollywood Walk of Fame, paid too much for parking at Venice Beach, and sat in traffic trying to glimpse th...
The early morning call to prayer echoed through Baalbek's narrow streets as I laced up my running shoes, the massive Temple of Jupiter still shrouded in dawn mist. That's the thing about Lebanon's anc...
The predawn air hung thick with humidity as I laced up my running shoes outside my modest guesthouse in Menteng. Five days into my Jakarta visit, I'd established a rhythm: early morning runs through t...
The rhythm of travel has always matched the cadence of my running shoes – steady, purposeful, with moments of exhilarating breakthrough. Last winter, I found myself plotting an escape from Toronto's b...
I've sprinted through crowded Bangkok markets, jogged past ancient temples in Kyoto, and logged countless miles on five continents, but there's something uniquely magical about the rhythm of cobblesto...
The first time I landed at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, the cacophony of honking matatus and the vibrant street energy hit me with the same intensity as mile 20 of a marathon – overwhelming ye...
There's something about running through a city that reveals its soul in a way tour buses never could. Last fall, while in Jersey for a charity marathon coordination meeting, I found myself with 48 hou...
The rhythm of a city is best felt through its street food pulse. That's what I discovered when I landed in Dar es Salaam last month—not for a marathon this time, but for what turned into a different k...