The Phast Lapp Category


Posted On December 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp

Thank You!

Tis the season. I want to give thanks to you, the reader, and the advertiser. I will list you by name below. As most of you know, this paper is a labor of love. Your subscriptions and the ads combine to pay for paper, printing, and postage…barely. And so it is, I wish to say thank for your loyalty, and seeing value in something I think is a necessity in a city the size of Dallas; that is, a paper dedicated to running, biking, and swimming. If you have livedRead More

Posted On November 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


It’s the way you comb your hair, answer the phone to say “Hello,” and write your name. It’s the way McDonald’s wraps a burger, Exxon lays out their gas stations, and Master Card formats a billing statement. It’s attitude, shade, and flair, or lack of it. Nuance is what makes the world go round. How I drive my car, eat my lunch, or sit on the couch, determines my day, and what I get out of it. Nuance evens says a little about who I am. Ever see a heavyRead More

Posted On October 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


Now this is the law of the jungle as old and as true as the sky; And the wolf that keeps it may prosper and the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that circles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack. – From the Jungle Book. When he was 19 years old, “Jim” (not his real name) weighed 160 lbs. Now at 32, he weighs 275, isRead More

Posted On September 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “WOW, what a ride!” – unknown I remember taking off, leaving, dropping out of sight, ever since high school. I did it in the Navy, not so much while during my college years for reasons I won’t go into here, but then a few times since I graduated and even since I’ve been hereRead More

Posted On August 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp

The Group

Twelve year old Connor began an informal running program with his mom this summer. It was at her suggestion. Susan’s a good runner. She thought it would be good social/talk time together. But for Connor, it was with his mom. He wanted to prepare for football tryouts. The running “program” wasn’t structured in any way (distance, time of day or day of the week), and without any real sense of a goal or purpose. They were just going to run for a while, every now and then, through the neighborhood.Read More

Posted On July 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


Over many years of many races and runs, elite, club, and casual, I can group runners into three categories. With apologies to John “The Penguin” Bingham, whose column arguably did the best job of categorizing runners and their goals at a race, my divisions are very internal, dealing with motivation. Understand, it is my belief all distance runners SHOULD be people of peace and grace. But they hardly ever fit into that description, sadly. Look no further than White Rock Lake to see how local runners are viewed by theRead More

Posted On June 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp

Stick to Your Plan

It started off innocently enough. I had done my homework so I knew what kind of group I was meeting. In this case, it was for a bike ride, but this kind of thing I’m going to tell you about happens all the time with swimming and running groups as well. I had learned it was a moderate level ride, not beginners where I knew there would be questionable bike skills and knowledge, and a pace that would be slower than I knew would be comfortable, or elite riders whereRead More

Posted On April 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


*sigh* So, you’re lounging around feeling sorry for yourself. If you hadn’t done that last workout, maybe even cut back the intensity, just a little, you think to yourself, maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be in your room organizing your sock drawer. Remember when you were a kid and you got sick. You’d look out the window to see your friends all playing in the next yard, looking like they were having the time of their lives. Meanwhile, you stared at them wearing your pajamas and eating the green Jell-oRead More

Posted On March 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


This has been a rough month, as evidenced in the tardiness of this issue. Please accept my apologies. Two family members died separately, and a third has just reached three weeks in the hospital on his back, unable to move. In the case of the third person, one day he woke up and was unable to move. An illness made itself known that morning that had been undercover previously. It was by faith that Lou had expected to get up, have breakfast, and live his life as he had eachRead More

Posted On February 1, 2009By Coach PhelanIn The Phast Lapp


We’re all a little crazy. Aren’t we? C’mon, admit it. We all have our little idiosyncrasies. We all, as they say, “break crazy” from time to time. I eat my cookies in two bites. Not one, but two. I like nuts and I like Brownies. I just don’t like nuts in my Brownies. Hate it, hate it, hate it! I like to fold my own clothes a particular way, and hang them in a certain order. I tuck in my t-shirts when wearing them. I know that’s not the fashion.Read More