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    He's been called the Pied Piper of the Second Running Boom. Once an overweight couch potato with a glut of bad habits, including smoking and drinking, at the age of 43 Bingham looked mid-life in the face—and started running.

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A Day of Our Own

June 1, 2011

HAPPY NATIONAL RUNNING DAY!
That’s right. In case you missed it this is National Running Day. I had no idea until I got a call from a journalist who wanted to know my thoughts on – well – National Running Day.

Before you get too excited about running having come into the national conscience, let me remind you of a few other days.

January 13 is … National Blame Someone Else Day
January 14 is … National Dress Up Your Pet Day
January 19 is … National Popcorn Day
January 20 is … National Buttercrunch Day
January 21 is … National Hugging Day
January 22 is … National Answer Your Cat’s Question Day
January 23 is … National Measure Your Feet Day
January 24 is … National Eskimo Pie Patent Day
January 25 is … National Opposite Day

And that’s just a few of the days in January!

But, it’s still cool that there is a National Running Day. I’m not sure I understand exactly what we’re supposed to do today. I mean, it seems pretty clear what you’re supposed to do on National Dress Up Your Pet Day. I guess we’re supposed to run. Or walk. Or walk-run. Or run-walk. And, I guess we’re supposed to do it in public and make a big deal of it. Well, I probably won’t be doing that. I don’t care if anyone else does, but I won’t.

Running has always been a deeply private part of my life. It’s not that I haven’t run with small groups and in large events. I have. But, for the most part running has been my time to be with myself, by myself. It’s my time to reflect, to remember, to forget, to figure out, to just plain wonder about things. Running also been my time to undo the damage – physical, emotional, and spiritual – that I’d done to myself.  Even now, with 20 years of running behind me, I still find scraps of memories – good and bad – stuck in corners of my mind that I thought I had cleaned out long ago.

So while I’m happy that there’s a National Running Day, for me every day is a running day. And some of the most important running days have been the very days when I haven’t run.

Waddle on, friends.

John “the Penguin” Bingham, Competitor Magazine columnist
Author, The Courage to Start,No Need for Speed, Marathoning for Mortals and Running for Mortals.

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Classic Chronicle: Of Penguins and Prefontaine

John “The Penguin” Bingham.

Passing the Baton

I know this is Monday, or at least it’s Monday as I write this. Moving ahead I’m going to try to blog every Wednesday morning. The Summer/Fall/Winter event season is upon me and once it starts I’ll be traveling Thursday through Monday nearly every week until Christmas. So, think “Tuesdays with Morrie”, but “Wednesdays with the Penguin”.

And, as I said last week, I’m relatively new at this personal blogging. Jenny [jennyhadfield.com] has been a successful blogger for years, on RunnersWorld.com and other sites. She seems to be designed for the digital medium. She’s learned how to distill ideas into their essence. It’s quite a talent. I, on the other hand, tend to be a story-teller and my thoughts – like now – can sometimes wander like a child chasing butterflies. But I’m trying.

In the words of the Buffalo Springfield song, “There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear “. With the ascent of American runners into the top echelon, the growth of the destination events, especially the half marathon, and the shift in the running demographics from nearly all men to – in some events – upwards of 70% women, there’s something happening here. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but it’s there.

In 1997 I met with the then president of a major running apparel company. I explained to him that there was a new running boom on the horizon, that they were a bit older, a bit slower, and that a whole lot of them were female. He told me straight out that I was wrong. Most people, and especially women he opined, would try running for a little while and then retreat to their basements and living rooms with their Jane Fonda videos. His company has since gone out of business.

When I was writing as the advocate – and almost the only advocate – of the second running boom I was viewed by many as a carrier of the disease of mediocrity that was trying to infect their beloved sport. What they didn’t understand was that I was fueled by their ridicule. I was right. I knew I was right. And they weren’t going to scare me off.

These days, though, I have stopped shouting. I have stopped waving my editorial sword at race directors, sponsors, and running specialty manufacturers. Most, not all, but most get it now. The battle for acceptance is over. We’ve won.

It’s a good feeling, but it is a different feeling. The baton has been passed to a generation of runners and walkers who will never know what it’s like to finish a marathon in 5 hours and be DEAD last. All I ask of those who carry the baton forward is to remember that a lot of very good people made this possible.

Waddle on,

The Penguin Chronicle #1, May 1996

Waddle on, friends | The Penguin Chronicles

Put another Blog on the fire.

As I said last week, this is a new blog for me. It’s not that I haven’t tried blogging before. I have. I had the “Ask the Penguin” blog on RunnersWorld.com for several years. I blogged for a couple of years on Competitor.com. I even had a Penguin Times blog on, where else, Blogger.com.

The world is changing. The world of publishing is changing. The way we provide and receive information is changing nearly every day. In 1996 I started as a columnist for Runner’s World magazine. I felt like the guy in the old joke who says “Two weeks ago I couldn’t even spell journalist. Now I are one.” Being a print columnist meant putting down one idea per month in 750 words.

Now that I’m writing for Competitor magazine it’s about the same thing. One idea every month. To be honest, it’s not all that hard to come up with 12, 750 word ideas every year.

Blogging is different. In the early days of the internet, bloggers were journalistic outlaws. They wrote what they wanted without editorial review. Nearly overnight it seemed like everyone had a blog. It was nearly impossible to distinguish actual digital journalist from people sitting home in their bathrobe commenting on the world around them. And, in some ways, it didn’t matter.

At first all bloggers were put into the outlaw category and, frankly, they weren’t given the credit they deserved. But that’s all changed. Digital journalist, bloggers if you will, are on the front lines of contemporary journalism. There’s still a lot of noise to filter out, but, the good digital journalist will stand out.

So this is my attempt to join the ranks of the digital journalists. I’ll still write the print column and books. I like doing those. But I’m also going to try to learn the new skill of putting out more thoughts in a shorter format.

John [author, columnist, blogger]

Rainy Saturday Morning

May 16, 2011

I’ve lost track of the days. I know that I started moving every day before Christmas of 2010. I wanted to get a head start on the 100 Days Challenge that would begin on January 1, 2011. I wanted to find out if I could actually do it.

About 10,000 folks committed, on January 1, to moving intentionally for at least 30 minutes a day for 100 days. 10,000 people. World wide. That’s a lot of good intentions.

As the days turned into weeks my sense was that people’s lives were beginning to intervene and their enthusiasm was fading. As the weeks turned into months I found myself wondering just what I had gotten myself in to.

As I passed the 100 day mark I started to wonder what would happen next. Would I stop? Would I simply miss a day? Or take a week off? As of today I’ve done neither. I’m still at it.

But today I’m worried. It’s a really ugly weather morning and it’s not going to get any better. I’ve got to drive 750 miles tomorrow so even a 30 minute walk will be a challenge. This may be it. I honestly don’t know.

Today I need to find the inspiration in my own words.

John