Foogos on The Clink Room

Lo and behold, today I get to work at the ripe hour of 3PM with an uncanny spike in numbers. Did Barry Melrose forward my NHL Western Conference Semifinals picks to the entire ESPN office? Maybe Lady Gaga FINALLY wised up and is ready to fall in love. No, it’s better...
Finally, Foogos Makes Puck Daddy

Finally, Foogos Makes Puck Daddy

So, here’s the thing—I had one goal at yesterday’s Columbus Marathon: to break the elusive three-hour barrier. I was on track, feeling like a well-oiled machine, cruising at a solid 6:56 per-mile pace. Then, Mile 19 hit, and my legs decided they’d had enough. They...
Turtle Power Fuels Foogos

Turtle Power Fuels Foogos

What the–?!? That was my reaction last night when I returned home from a 12-mile run. (Columbus Marathon, I am coming to whip your ass on October 16th.) Before I left to train 75 minutes earlier, I checked up on the site numbers and Facebook page, and thought to...