Thursday, May 25, 2023

"The Cross Run" Website is Now Online at

I'm pleased to announce that "The Cross Run" now has a website at I encourage you to visit that site, bookmark it, and to follow along on the crossing of Indiana in 2024. At the website you'll find links to this blog, my YouTube channel, the Instagram account for the run -- and to photos from my past running adventures. You can also download a PDF which explains the run. The website features the entire route (including daily stopping points and mileage); a countdown timer; information about me, the course, and my hometown church; a contact form for sending me a message; and, a list of financial supporters. At the very bottom of the webpage at you'll see some photos from my previous running adventures across the United States, Germany, Alaska, Montana, and the Mojave Desert. I would truly appreciate it if you would share this website with others. Thank you!

Gotta Run,

Paul J. Staso


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Wednesday, May 10, 2023

"The Cross Run" -- 423 Miles in 16 Days Crossing Indiana... Literally!

In 2016, I announced on this blog that I was officially retired from adventure running across states and countries. Now, seven years later, I believe with all of my heart that God wants me to do another "crossing" -- but this time literally. I am pleased to announce that beginning August 20, 2024 I will begin a 423-mile solo running journey which will literally be a route of a cross over the entire state of Indiana. This self-supported endeavor will require 16 days on the pavement, averaging a marathon (26 miles) per day while pushing all of my gear, food and water in the same support stroller I used as I ran alone across the United States, Germany, Alaska, Montana, and the Mojave Desert. The stroller is nicknamed "B.O.B." -- which is an acronym for "Beast of Burden" since I have to push it every step and when fully loaded weighs about 65 pounds.

How did you get this idea?

That's a common question that I expect to receive. In 2021, I awoke from my sleep in the middle of the night and had an image on my mind of a cross over the state of Indiana. I honestly didn't know what to think about it. I shared this with my family and pastor, but simply could not understand why I had this 'vision.' For the past two years, it has been in the back of my mind. It didn't make sense to me until May 5, 2023 when my pastor shared with my wife and I that our parish and diocese were experiencing a concerning decline in attendance and participation (as well as a shortage of priests) -- a decline which had caught the attention of our bishop. Immediately after that discussion, the cross over Indiana image was on my mind and heart and I felt God calling me to step out, literally, and prepare to run a cross course over the state of Indiana.

Why a cross route?

Understanding the cross route took a little time for me. I decided I needed to look at a pedestrian route on Google Maps in the form of a cross over the state of Indiana. When I plotted such a route, the crossroads of the cross ended up being in Peru, Indiana -- my hometown. Even more surprisingly is the fact that the roads forming the cross intersect at the Catholic Church I attend in Peru, Indiana -- that being Saint Charles Borromeo Catholic Church. It is the only Catholic Church in Miami County. I have attended that church since 2015 and am currently its Director of Faith Formation (a/k/a Director of Religious Education). My wife, Kelley, is an administrative assistant at our parish. Indiana's official motto is "The Crossroads of America" and when you place a pedestrian cross route over the state of Indiana the intersection of those crossed lines are at my home parish, St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church. For me, this was a huge confirmation from God that I was indeed meant to run this course. If Indiana is "The Crossroads of America," then St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church is the "cross"-roads of Indiana!

Will you run this cross as an employee of the diocese or as a parishioner?

I want to make it clear that my running this course will NOT be in my capacity as Director of Faith Formation for the Catholic Church I attend. I will be doing this solo run as a parishioner. All of the costs will come out of my own pocket and I will use my vacation time to accomplish the task.

How will you run the 423-mile cross course solo and self-supported?

As many know, I've run thousands of miles completely alone across states and countries (NO support crew or pilot) using a jogging stroller that carries my gear, food and water. Since completing my last adventure run in 2011 at the age of 46 (506 miles solo across the Mojave Desert in 17 days), the stroller has been stored in my attic. I've pushed that stroller 3,260 miles coast-to-coast across America; 500 miles through Alaska; 500 miles across Germany; 620 miles across Montana; and across the Mojave Desert (Arizona, Nevada and California). Now, after 12 years, I'm dusting off the stroller and preparing it for a crossing unlike any I've ever done. Pope Francis shared a prayer intention in February 2023 which I believe goes to the heart of what I'm aiming to do. He said, "Let us be daring... pray that parishes, placing communion at the center, may increasingly become communities of faith, fraternity and welcome towards those most in need." Yes, it's time to dust off this particular ability I've been given by God and to be daring with it -- focusing on my faith and parish family.

Will your body hold up since you'll be nearly 60 when you "cross" Indiana?

Yes, I believe it will. I've kept myself in good shape over the years and my annual physical exams show that I am fit. I do not take any medications, I do not smoke, I do not drink alcohol, and I have no physical limitations. I have been running distances beyond the marathon distance of 26.2 miles since 1985. One thing that I can say is that conquering the marathon distance (or more) on a daily basis is much more of a mental feat than it is a physical one.

What are some details concerning the route you'll run to cross Indiana?

The total distance will be 423 miles and I will complete those miles in 16 days on the pavement. That means I will average 26 miles per day (or a marathon per day). Seven of the 16 days will require more than 30 miles per day, with three of the days requiring me to log 37 miles daily. I'm approaching this particular journey unlike others I've done in the past. For this cross run, I'll be doing four separate runs to form the width and length of the cross over Indiana. Each of the four runs will begin at a different border and each will end at St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church in Peru, Indiana. The run will be done as follows:

Why are you planning to complete the run on the day of the parish bazaar?

The run will finish on September 7, 2024 -- the day of St. Charles' parish bazaar, which is an annual event involving the entire community. I believe this will be a good time to celebrate together all that God has done in and through our parish, and continues to do. I'm hoping that parishioners from our pastorate will come together that day and just enjoy time together at an annual event which focuses on our community. I invite all people from Miami County and surrounding areas to join us on September 7, 2024 for this special day.

Will people be able to track your progress live online as you cross Indiana?

Yes! I will be using a SPOT Satellite Tracker device which will update my position via an online map every two minutes. More details about that will be released in the future. I'm asking people to bookmark -- which will be the website address I'll use for the running endeavor. I'll also be posting photos and videos to social media from the road each day as I cross Indiana. Details about that will be coming soon. For now, I ask that you please follow The Cross Run Instagram Account at

How can people be a part of The Cross Run?

I want to be available to speak at Catholic churches, schools, youth groups, camps, retreats, conferences and sports teams as I can between now and the start of the run in August 2024. Anyone wanting to reach out to me about that can email Also, between August 20 and September 7, 2024 people are welcome to send prayer intentions to and I will receive those prayers during the run -- praying those intentions as I stride on Indiana's roadways. Further, those who support the run by praying for my purpose and safety will be greatly appreciated. I'm aiming to have t-shirts available for purchase online by those who wish to support/promote the run. The t-shirts will be at cost and I will not profit in any way by the sale of those shirts. Finally, if you see me running along a roadway in Indiana, please take a moment to stop and say hello!

Will there be media coverage of The Cross Run?

What I've learned through years of running across states and countries is that media outlets (newspaper, television, radio) tend to be made aware of my running endeavors by people who call their offices and tell them that some guy is running down a highway pushing a baby stroller -- and sometimes they call the police to check and make sure I don't have a baby in the stroller! As a result, there are moments when a media truck pulls up and starts asking questions. However, I'm open to any media interviews that any news agency wants to do -- particularly Catholic news sources. Again, I can be reached at

What makes St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church so special?

I could actually write a book about all that makes this particular parish special. Leaning toward brevity, I can say that it was the first church erected in Peru, Indiana back in 1835. For nearly 200 years this church has stood to serve the needs of God's people in Miami County, Indiana. The first settlers of Peru, whose names appear throughout the years on the records of the church, are ancestors of many of the present parishioners. The church's stained glass was imported from Munich, Bavaria and Saints from every state of life and from every nation and age are represented by the figures on the windows and the statues. Also represented on the windows are the seven sacraments, the nine choirs of angels, and the three theological (faith, hope and love/charity) and four cardinal virtues (prudence, justice, fortitude and temperance). The figure of our Savior on the cross, hanging above the altar, and the statues of the Blessed Virgin Mary and St. Joseph are the work of Munich artists. Other statues on the altars were made in Paris. The pipe organ dates back to 1893. However, it is the people of St. Charles that make this parish so incredibly special. Parishioners who truly care about one another, about their Catholic faith, and about their fellow man. I was a Protestant for 50 years before converting to the Catholic faith and I can honestly say that St. Charles Church is my faith family. I know that in recent years there have been those who have opted to step away from attending church and forego being in a community of believers. That is one of the unfortunate results of the pandemic that came upon us in early 2020. However, those who come through the doors of St. Charles Church are stepping into a place of friendly, faith-filled believers who want to grow closer in their relationship with Jesus. Quite simply, St. Charles Church is at the "cross"-roads of Indiana and I believe that was God's plan.

What do you hope to achieve through this Indiana cross run?

I am praying that God will use the run to bring to the hearts and minds of those who it connects with the need to use the gifts that they have been given -- no matter what they are -- to bring glory and honor to God and to build up His church. It would be a blessing if this run can cause some people to stop for a moment and to think about their own spiritual life and what steps they can take to place God at the crossroads of their heart. I also hope that it will encourage those who have been away from the Catholic Church to return and to receive Jesus in the Eucharist. This run will occur just a few weeks after the conclusion of the 2024 National Eucharistic Congress in Indianapolis, Indiana -- aiming to revive Catholics' love of the Eucharist. I am also praying that more people in Miami County, Indiana will come to St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church in the town of Peru to encounter our Lord in a very special way and to consider becoming a part of this incredible parish. We all encounter crossroads in our lives and sometimes we wander in the wrong direction. I'm inviting people to come through the doors of St. Charles Church at the "cross"-roads of Indiana. In addition, I will be receiving prayer intentions between August 20 and September 7, 2024 as I run the Indiana cross route and will be encouraging people to send me their prayer intentions at Finally, Pope Francis has said, "I invite everyone to be bold and creative in this task of rethinking the goals, structures, style and methods of evangelization in their respective communities" (Evangelii Gaudium, no. 33). I believe that 'The Cross Run' is indeed bold and creative.

The total distance is 423 miles. Is there anything significant about that?

When I plotted the cross run through Indiana, the total distance ended up being 423 miles. It just so happens that Paragraph 423 of the Catechism of the Catholic Church reads:

"We believe and confess that Jesus of Nazareth, born a Jew of a daughter of Israel at Bethlehem at the time of King Herod the Great and the emperor Caesar Augustus, a carpenter by trade, who died crucified in Jerusalem under the procurator Pontius Pilate during the reign of the emperor Tiberius, is the eternal Son of God made man. He 'came from God', 'descended from heaven', and 'came in the flesh'. For 'the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth; we have beheld his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father. . . And from his fullness have we all received, grace upon grace."

Those are the teachings found in John 13:3; John 3:13; John 6:33; 1 John 4:2; and, John 1:14, 16. What a wonderful summary of The Good News... God sending us His Son. 

Also, at John 4:23 we read,

"Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks."

The time is now for worshipers to worship God in the Spirit and in truth. It's time for Catholics who have stepped away from parishes worldwide to go back to the church, to encounter Christ in the Eucharist, to grow in their faith, and to build up the community of believers. The Good News of God's gift of salvation through His Son, Jesus Christ, is still good news for our world!

Words from a prayer of St. Charles Borromeo...

St. Charles Borromeo -- the Saint whose name is connected to my home church in Peru, Indiana -- prayed, "Almighty God... I am simply Your instrument for bringing others to the knowledge of the wonderful things You have done for all Your creatures. Help me to be faithful to this task that You have entrusted to me." I am running with those words in my mind and heart... that I am God's instrument and that I am to be faithful.

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15 Months and Counting... 
I have 15 months to prepare for this running endeavor. During that time, I'll be preparing my body and preparing "BOB" -- the support stroller I'll push. I am so incredibly grateful to my wife, who is supportive of this undertaking. Without Kelley's support, there is no way that I could take on this challenge. I look forward to being able to run home to her, and to my home parish. There are links below if you would like to become familiar with the other running adventures I've done. I ask for your prayers and encouragement as I prepare to run the "cross"-roads of Indiana... all such roads connecting with my home parish, St. Charles Borromeo Catholic Church.

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Gotta Run,

Paul J. Staso


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Thursday, March 2, 2023

God Takes No Pleasure in the Runner's Stride

Since I began running in 1976 at age 11, I've logged enough running miles to circle the globe twice -- a little more than 50,000 miles. Throughout all of those miles, I’ve been a Christian. I've been sponsored by corporations, completed multiple solo running adventures across states and countries, and my strides have taken me to the White House in Washington D.C.; the top of the Appalachian and Rocky Mountain ranges; to such national parks as Denali, Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone; from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic shore; across the Great Plains; and across parts of Europe. I've had the honor of meeting people in various political offices, being hosted in homes of countless caring families, and have enjoyed the virtual running company of school children around the globe who tracked my progress via online classrooms I created for each of my running endeavors. Years of pounding the pavement made my legs very strong and I've been able to conquer every snowy mountaintop, sandy desert, desolate highway, and lonely valley I've encountered.

Yet, after decades of sculpting my body to perform at such a high degree I now realize that although God is likely pleased that I've used my athletic abilities for good purposes (promoting youth health and fitness and putting a focus on some charitable causes), God has taken no pleasure in this runner's stride. I must admit that there have been moments when I've taken pride in my self-sufficiency as I dominated over large landscapes with my runner's stride. Yet, such self-sufficiency is NOT what pleases God, but rather our ability to acknowledge dependence on Him. As it is written in Psalm 147:10-11...

In four weeks I'll be blowing out the candles on my 58th birthday cake, and I am incredibly grateful to God for the ministry He has given to me as Director of Faith Formation at a Catholic church; as a husband to my lovely wife Kelley; as a father to four amazing adult children, and step-father to three other wonderful adult children and a high school Freshman; grandfather to several grandkids; and, being the youngest of 7 siblings with my parents healthy and well in Alaska at nearly 90 years of age. I've run many different courses in life and God has truly taught me many lessons along the way... even when I've had to backtrack now and then and traverse some rough terrain to finally learn a lesson.

Let's take a closer look at Psalm 147:10-11. What delights the Lord? The verses tell us that He does not delight in the strength of the horse and He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him, in those who hope in His mercy. We take great interest in the power of God’s creation, whether it is the strength of a horse or the strength in the legs of a man. God created these things, but they are not what fundamentally delights Him. The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him -- the reverence and trust of His people. Those who find their hope in His mercy delights God, because they honor Him with their trust. It pleases God when we hope in His loyal love, His loving kindness.

Yes, when it comes to me... God is not impressed with my legs or endurance.

Please understand, taking pleasure in the beauty of the symmetry of a well-formed human leg is not the point here. Most of us are impressed with the weight-lifter whose massive legs and shoulders allow him to dead-lift 1,000 pounds or more, or an Olympic sprinter who can run the 100-meter dash in less than 10 seconds. God is happy to see us use the gifts He gives us. However, God is not impressed by the extremes of human achievement.

The Apostle Paul tells us, "Try to learn what is pleasing to the Lord" (Ephesians 5:10). With the years I have left in this life, I definitely want to please God. Over many decades of running, it really all comes back to Psalm 147:11 where the Psalmist mentions the two qualities of character as pleasing to God: (1) fearing God; (2) putting hope in His mercy (steadfast love). "Fearing" God sounds pretty negative, but we need to understand it. "Fear" here doesn't mean "terror." Rather it means something like "be in awe of." A God-fearer is one who cares more about offending God than offending people. Some are swayed by the values of their peer group or their culture. However, the one who fears God is swayed by what he or she knows about God -- what pleases Him and what angers Him.

As I continue down life's road, I'll do so humbly and with reverence to God while keeping Romans 12:3 in mind: "Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment." Essentially, the Apostle Paul is telling us not to think we're better than we really are, but to be honest in our evaluation of ourselves. That's a good lesson to learn before too many mileposts are in the rearview mirror!

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Goodbye 2022 -- A Year That Was Filled with Wonderful Experiences!

Those of you who frequently visit this blog know that I have not posted a writing here since July 1, 2022. It is the longest I've gone without posting since June 2016. Life took some unexpected twists and turns last July that kept me away from this blog. First, I began the year with a goal of running and/or cycling every day of 2022. That goal was going well, until in early August 2022 I experienced a slipped disc in my lower back which kept me out of my running shoes and off of my bike seat (I'm completely healed now!). It just happened to be at this time that I transitioned into a new job -- leaving behind the field of law.

I first began working in law back in 1993, when my first child was born. Over the decades, I worked in various law firms and also operated my own small business. However, what I've always wanted to do since obtaining a Bachelor of Arts degree in Religion is to work in a church setting -- preferably with youth. Opportunities to do that arose over the decades, but for one reason or another those opportunities didn't fully come to fruition. Now, at the age of 57, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would likely stay in the field of law until retirement. However, earlier this year I felt a calling by God to apply for a Director of Faith Formation position at the Catholic church I attend. Ultimately, I was given the position and I then put in my notice at the law firm during July. I began my new position on August 8, 2022.

For the past five months, I have been very busy settling into my new role and new responsibilities. As Director of Faith Formation I oversee catechists (teachers) in the religious education program for pre-K through 12th grade, as well as the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults (RCIA). I also teach the junior high and high school youth groups. In addition, I conduct sacramental preparation for Baptism, First Eucharist, Reconciliation and Confirmation. It has been a wonderful transition and I feel blessed to finally be able to do what I've always wanted to do. I also get to work in the same building as my wife, who is an administrative assistant to three priests in our pastorate. God is so good!

In October, my stepdaughter, Rachel, got married and that was a beautiful day and one that Kelley and I will always cherish. We've also been doing the rounds on visiting college campuses because Hannah graduates in 2023 and will be heading off to a university. We're certainly experiencing a lot of life changes in our family! In just a matter of months, we'll be down to only one child left under our roof. Kyndal will be a Sophomore in 2023 and in a short three years will be off to college -- leaving Kelley and I officially empty nesters. I also recently learned that my eldest daughter, Jenna, is expecting a baby next summer. Yes... I'm a grandfather at 57! What a blessing!

I do hope that those reading this have had a fantastic 2022 and that your 2023 is one filled with many blessings.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Friday, July 1, 2022

How Much is Modern Life Dimming The Spirit of Adventure?

I recently read an article that had this question as its headline: How much has modern life dimmed the spirit of adventure? It was written by Sarah Barker, a freelance writer from St. Paul, Minnesota. As I read that article, I began to reflect on my childhood and how I would dream of going on adventures... across my town, across the country, or out into Space. I was born in 1965, so most of my childhood adventure daydreaming occurred in the 1970's -- right after man first walked on the moon. I've certainly had some wonderful adventures during my adult life. Running solo across states and countries has given me an opportunity to learn what I'm truly made of, and to encounter the world in a unique and unforgettable way. In the article, Ms. Barker writes:

Measurable features of the 1960s and ’70s — largely unscheduled childhoods with kid-led activities; life that was to a much greater degree hands-on, face-to-face, manual, analog; minimal student debt, and plentiful living-wage jobs — made the ideal environment for fostering adventure. Whether lifelong or short-term, modest or grand, lots of people undertook adventures. That world is gone. None of those conditions that made adventure widely possible exist anymore. Has the general sense of adventure disappeared, too?

She writes that those who grew up having great swaths of unscheduled, grownup-free time as children, grew into adults who were comfortable without structure. They were used to solving problems. They were used to being independent and assessing risk. Generally, they made it up as they went along. Ms. Barker notes, "Childhoods like that produced, well, yes — flesh wounds — but also adventurers." The author writes that in sharp contrast, today’s children follow institutional schedules and rules almost from birth. Free time, the birthplace of ideas, is nearly nonexistent. Sports and outdoor activities are typically organized and led by adults. She states that two parents working means there are more scheduled activities that are supervised and seen as safe. Kids who are not outside much by themselves are less comfortable doing that as adults.

Boston College research psychologist Peter Gray compared childhoods of 50 or 60 years ago with today’s: “Adventures that used to be normal for 6-year-olds are now not allowed even for many teenagers.” It’s clear that a protected, directed and pressured childhood is not the recipe for an adventurous adult.

The creation of the Internet and advances in communication technology have profoundly affected every aspect of life, including our sense of adventure. Some positively, and some not so much. GPS has made navigation easier and more accurate, and social media has made it possible for people to share their adventures and inspire others. However, the "unknown" of going on an adventure has certainly declined since I was a child and young adult. Back in the 1970's, we didn't have computers in our homes or cell phones in our pockets. The Internet didn't exist and when you ventured down a road you'd never been on before you didn't know what was around the next bend. Now, you can go to Google Earth and drop the little gold guy anywhere onto a road and see a 360-degree view from street level -- even moving the little traveler a few feet at a time in either direction on the road. When I ran across America in 2006, that technology didn't exist. I was not able to "preview" the route before I went and ran the 3,260 miles from coast-to-coast. There's adventure in that!

The country roads that I now run and cycle on in Indiana have not been captured by Google Earth's street-level cameras. I'm happy about that. When I go running and cycling in Indiana where I live, I'm seeing sights that you can only see if you are actually there. If I were to ever run and/or cycle across America in the future, I certainly wouldn't be crawling every mile of my planned course on Google Earth. Where's the "adventure" in doing that?

I believe that adventure is alive and well for those determined enough to make it happen. My advice to those seeking real adventure is to not dilute it with technology.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Getting Through COVID-19 While Reading My Parents' Book

After dodging it for 2 1/2 years, in mid-May 2022 I finally managed to contract Covid-19. I was attending a trial for the law firm I work at when I -- along with others in attendance -- got Covid from a testifying witness. I was away from the office for 10 days in May as a result, and thankfully my family did not catch it from me! I was fortunate to get through it without too much difficulty. My main symptoms were sore throat with cough; headache; chills; lack of appetite; and, decreased energy. I managed to continue cycling each day throughout my time with Covid, but stayed away from running because I didn't want to aggravate my lungs. It has now been 14 days since I was exposed to Covid in the courtroom and I'm pleased to say that I am feeling well, I'm back to the office and I've tested negative for Covid at this time.

During my many days at home in May, I took time to read a book that my parents had written. It's a collection of their life's stories and is truly a wonderful gift. I learned a lot about both of my parents, many things that I didn't previously know. They shared stories about their upbringing; courtship; marriage; travels; accomplishments; and more. Each day, they are edging closer to 90 and have been married for 68 years. They've certainly seen a lot in their lifetime, most of it side by side! I will always treasure the book that they've written -- which was only given to their children. It was a project that they wanted to accomplish so that their stories would be known not only by their children, but also by their grandchildren... and generations to come.

After a year of writing and editing, they completed the book. My Dad said, "Creating this book was a daunting project... we faced it just like we have faced everything through life, together and with the single purpose of finishing what we started." My parents have certainly faced every challenge by each other's side. This book is yet another result of their commitment.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Chasing a Promise: My Solo Running Adventure Across the U.S.A.

In December 2006 -- just two months after completing my solo run across America -- a popular running magazine published an article online about my adventure (which I shared in this blog several years ago). The article was titled "Chasing a Promise." Recently, I've been contacted by a few individuals who are thinking about taking on the coast-to-coast challenge. I don't offer coaching for such endeavors, but will occasionally keep an eye on a runner's progress. Its been 16 years since I stood on the edge of the Pacific Ocean looking down the road at 3,260 miles in front of me. Now, at age 57, that seems like a very long time ago. Even after 16 years, I still cannot find the words to fully describe the feelings I had at the start, at the finish, or for the 108 days between the two oceans. I recently read once again that old magazine article and thought I'd share it with you this month.

Chasing a Promise

Promoting Active Children From Coast to Coast

by Katie Aerni -- December 10, 2006

It's a picture perfect late fall day in Central West Virginia and a lone runner pushing a jogging stroller makes his way along the shoulder of US Route 50. Just after he passes a yellow advisory speed limit sign that reads "15 MPH" the shoulder disappears and he pulls the stroller off the road and crouches, tucked into the 2 feet between the sheer rock wall and the winding highway as an overloaded logging truck barrels past him down the 9% grade. He waits until his pounding heart is the only sound he can hear before he jumps back onto the road and pushes his loaded luggage around the blind turn as fast as he can. "It's the ultimate fartlek workout," he says, "pushing 65 pounds of jogging stroller up these grades at a full sprint."

The runner was Paul Staso and the jogging stroller was loaded with water, food, clothes, camera, GPS, satellite and cell phones, tent, sleeping bag and other essentials. Between June 23rd and October 20th 2006, Paul ran, alone and unaided, from the Pacific coast in Oregon to the Atlantic shoreline in Delaware -- a total of 3,260 miles. It is easy to define Paul’s journey by the bookends provided by these natural boundaries, but that would be oversimplifying the accomplishment. For Paul, the start and finish of the trip were just two of the 108 days of the journey. The other 106 days, while the rest of us worked, ran tempo workouts and local 5K races, cooked dinner for our families and socialized with friends, Paul was somewhere between those two great oceans, alone, running.

Across the Great Plains, the summer of 2006 was one of the hottest on the record. In the first half of his journey, from Cannon Beach, OR to Appleton, MN, Staso witnessed only 35 minutes of rainfall. While Dakota farmers were losing crops and livestock to the heat and drought, Paul was running in the sun for up to 48 miles/day. His route took him across some of the least populated regions in the country -- western Washington, Montana, North and South Dakota. Drinking fountains are hard to come by in areas where houses are miles apart (never mind how widely spaced the towns are), so he carried 2.5 gallons of water with him as well as food to get him through the day. "Eating and drinking was a constant activity," Paul said. "Out West, I couldn't carry anything cold or chocolate because it would melt... further east I would stop and actually have lunch somewhere."

There was only one day, Paul said, that he would have quit. But at the time quitting wasn't an option. He had run 25 of the scheduled 35 miles for the day when he came to the top of a bluff in the Standing Rock Reservation in South Dakota. From this vantage point he could see clear to the horizon, and he sat down and started to cry. What was it, that brought tears to his sun-scorched eyes? "I saw nothing," he recounted. "No trees, no cars, no houses. And I thought 'Can I really do this?'"

He made a lean-to with his tarp to get out of the direct sun and he sat down and cried. "It was really frustrating," he said. "My emotions just started to break and I couldn't stop. It just hit me like a ton of bricks." Over an hour later, he was finally able to pack up and return to the task before him because another 10 or 11 miles down the road was a place to lay his head and there was no way to get there except on his own two feet. 

He struggled along for a few days after the Standing Rock breakdown, but the curative effects of the accumulating miles started to kick in and he got back into the swing of things. Minnesota, he says, is when it really felt like he was going to make it.

At this point, you might be asking yourself, now why-ever would a grown man, with four kids and a full time job go so far out of his way as to dedicate four months of his life away from said family and job to create such agony as has been previously described? You might be wondering why he took such an odd, difficult and twisting route to get between points A and B (this was the most northerly cross country run and the first to end in Delaware). As Paul will explain to you again and again, "it was all about the kids."

The plan for a cross country run was hatched at bedtime one evening, as he was tucking in his 12-year-old daughter, Ashlin. Paul and Ashlin realized that the kids at her school would be much more likely to run if they had a goal in mind so they started brainstorming places to which the kids could "run". Paul recounted his first attempt to run across the country in 1986 (which unfortunately failed). They did some calculations and determined that if each member of Ashlin's 5th grade class were to run 2 miles/week, they could complete a virtual cross country run in the course of the school year.

Paul challenged the 4th and 5th grades at Russell Elementary School in Missoula, MT. If either one of the classes could complete the virtual cross country run over a school year, he would run their actual cross country route that summer. Ashlin chose the route to go through parts of the country that she was interested in and as she and her classmates ticked off the miles at school, they traced their progress along the way, learning about the cities and states that they were passing through. By the end of the school year, both classes had completed the route and each student had run the equivalent of three marathons.

Was it ever in doubt that the classes would reach their goal? "Oh yes, yes," Paul said. But one day near Christmas, he came by the school -- it was zero degrees and snowing -- and saw the 5th graders out there, circling the track. He knew then they were going to make it. 

In that same frigid Montana winter weather, Paul started picking up his training as well. He had a promise to keep to 97 grade school kids, and he needed to be in shape to run across the country come summer.

Rising early to try to beat the heat, ("That never worked!" he said.) he would ease his body into each day's task with three miles of walking, then break into a trot for awhile before he really got to work. He didn't want to be rigid in a schedule so he would let the weather and terrain dictate his pace and rest breaks. Along the way he stopped and talked to groups at several grade schools, YMCAs and sports teams. He sought no media attention but reported back to his friends and family in Missoula as frequently as he could. 

His feat garnered much criticism along the way. Some thought him a fool for trying it alone, or in the middle of the summer, or along the winding route that Ashlin had chosen. Some wondered why he wouldn't contact larger media forces and try to make a bit of profit along the way. He was run into ditches, verbally accosted and spit upon. One straight-speaking old man in North Dakota stopped him asking, "What are you doing?" "I'm running across America," came Paul's reply. "Young man, you've got the brain of a scarecrow."

"But for every person who wants to hinder you," he explained, "there's far more who encourage you and want to help however possible." And then there's that commitment to the kids back home -- they did their part, now he was doing his. One of the girls in the class reported to the school's PTA president that this was "the first time an adult has kept his promise to me." "Now that's a huge impact," Paul insisted, "there's a ripple effect there."

Paul frequently receives emails from kids in the class and elsewhere excitedly reporting that they are still running, or that they are going out for the cross country team this year, and teachers and schools across the country contact him about starting a similar virtual running program at their school. These are the reasons that Paul did the run, these are the stories that kept him going through heat, bugs and storms.

Despite crossing several mountain ranges, logging trucks spraying bark as they pass on narrow Idaho highways and hundreds of miles of open prairie, it was the rolling green cornfields of Iowa that presented the toughest challenge to Staso. "All the shoulders are gravel," he explained, "the stroller stopped tracking straight." 290 miles of running on gravel shoulders left him with missing toenails and bruised feet that made standing painful -- nevermind 44 miles of running in a day, or 16 miles through ankle deep puddles during a flash flood. "It didn't rain many days," Paul said, "but when it rained, it really rained!"

Like any seasoned distance runner has experienced, fresh off his completion of the run, Paul vowed he would never repeat the feat. As more time passes, and for reasons he won't yet reveal to me, he has retracted his statement that he would "never run from coast to coast pushing a jogging stroller again."

This summer, Paul Staso got a chance to see the best and the worst this country has to offer. He was victim of an attempted robbery, recipient of many a plate of lasagna, spare change from strangers and inquisitive questions from kids he met along the way. He ran through hail, thunderstorms, heat waves and perfectly cool, sunny fall days. He saw the spectacular views of the Cascade, Rocky and Appalachian mountain ranges, feasted his eyes on the sparkling expanses of the Susquehanna, Mississippi and Columbia Rivers and couldn't help but notice the continuous trail of trash lining the roads that became his home for those four months.

It's the little things, Paul says: show your commitment, keep your promise and respect your body. This is the message he wants to promote to kids and adults everywhere.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Its Been Nearly 40 Years Since I Graduated From High School in 1983

I graduated from high school in 1983 -- nearly 40 years ago. Now, at age 57, it's hard to believe that almost four decades have gone by since I walked out of the high school gymnasium with my diploma in hand. As I was filling up my car with gas, I began to recall the 'old days' and how less expensive things were. That got me going down memory lane and flashing back to the simpler days of the early 1980's -- long before the Internet, cell phones, and the fast pace of today's world. Here are a few nostalgic items from my high school graduation year:

I wish that my children and stepchildren could have experienced life in the early 1980's. Truly, those were more simple and innocent times. I recall my parents saying the same thing about the early 1950's. Now, they are in their mid to upper 80's in age and I can only imagine how different the world looks to them compared to the early 1950's.

The Internet, cell phones, and computers changed the world forever. In some ways, those advancements in technology have provided many positive results. However, there are certainly ways in which those things have made society pay a significant price -- and I'm not just talking about at the checkout counter. I'm glad that when I graduated from high school in 1983, personal computers were not common and the Internet and cell phones were not yet available. Today, most people walk around with the world in their pocket. They have Internet-driven portable devices that can access any information within a few words typed into Google.

I remember when the Encyclopaedia Britannica was my "Google," when a phone mounted on the wall at home was my only phone, and when the library was my "computer." I remember when having a portable phone meant having a CB in your car, and when getting written words to someone fast meant paying extra for postage at the post office. Back in the early 1980's there wasn't anything "on demand" as there is today. If you missed a TV show on one of the few channels available, then you missed it. There wasn't on demand streaming services. The TV Guide or a local newspaper was the only way to find out what was scheduled to be on television. And, each day at midnight the TV went off -- for everyone! The National Anthem would play before the TV went to static. Back then, it cost too much for TV stations to run for small night audiences. Generally, the TV came back on around 6 a.m. the next day. Yes, that's how it was until I was in my 20's.

Its been almost 40 years since I packed my bags and headed off to the University of Montana, where I earned two Bachelor of Arts degrees after five years on campus. I paid out-of-state tuition (having gone there from Alaska) and my total bill for two degrees was around $25,000 -- and yes, that included tuition, room, board, and books. I was curious what it would cost me today to attend the same university and pay out-of-state tuition. As you can image, the cost has certainly gone up! If I wanted to earn two B.A. degrees now from the University of Montana, I would pay approximately $192,000 for five years of tuition, room, board, and books as an out-of-state resident. That's about $167,000 more than what I paid back in the 1980's.

The average cost of a U.S. home in 1983 was $75,000. Today, the average cost is $375,000 -- or five times more! Back in 1983, the world population was 4.6 billion people. Today, it is 7.9 billion -- an increase of 58 percent! In the words of Doc Brown... "Great Scott!" (and you would only understand that if you've watched the movie 'Back To The Future' from 1985)There certainly have been a lot of changes that I've seen in the world during my 57 years on this big blue marble, and I'm hoping to live to 100... in the year 2065. What else might I see in the next 43 years? I can only imagine!

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Turning 57 and Feeling Healthy, Strong and Fit. What a Blessing!

In just a few days, I'll be 57 years of age. In some ways, it's hard to believe that I'm closing in on 60. My four children are now between 22 and 28 years old, and my stepchildren are 14, 17, 24 and 25. Next year will mark 40 years since I graduated from high school, and it has been 36 years since I made my first attempt to run across America. Now, I'm only 8 years away from Medicare. What in the world?? I just don't feel my age!

I'm running and/or cycling outside every day during 2022. As of now, I'm three months into the routine and am feeling better as a result. Actually, to be turning 57 years of age and to not need any medications whatsoever is a blessing. My blood pressure is low; my cholesterol levels are good; my weight is where it should be; and, my energy is great. Statistics show that 75 percent of those between 50 and 64 need prescription meds. Not me!

My father is 88 years of age and doesn't require any prescription drugs. He is a strong and fit man at nearly 90 and even shovels the snow off of his own roof in Alaska. That's how I want to be 31 years from now! Since I completed my solo run across the Mojave Desert in 2011, I haven't focused much on being physically active. Over the past 11 years my life has been focused on other important areas. Following a separation and ultimate divorce after my Mojave run, I relocated to Indiana; began a new job with a law firm; met Kelley in 2015; became engaged to Kelley in 2017; and then in 2018 I purchased a home and got married. Since then, Kelley and I have been enjoying the journey of parenting two teenagers, making improvements to our home, and even launched our own business. Life was very busy for 11 straight years and the moments were few and far between when I would put on my running shoes or straddle a bicycle seat. That changed on January 1st of this year and my wife is supportive of my goal to get back into a healthier lifestyle. My ultimate goal is to simply stay healthy, strong and prolong my life so that I can have as many days as possible with my wife and to enjoy years of chasing after grandchildren. Will there be another endurance adventure down life's road? In my heart, I feel God prompting me to that and I've had discussions with Kelley about it. Again, she is such a blessing to me, supportive and loving. However, any future 'adventure' would not occur until I'm retired from working in law. For now, I'll just keep talking with God as I'm on the road running or cycling.

I don't believe a person has to feel 'old' at 50-plus. Age is just a number. I believe in goals, dreams, desire, ability, tenacity, conviction and faith. Age, like mileposts along the road, should be glanced at but not distract from the view on the horizon.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Monday, February 28, 2022

It's Time to Say Goodbye to The P.A.C.E. Fitness Foundation

In 2009, I formed a non-profit organization called The P.A.C.E. Fitness Foundation -- PACE being Promoting Active Children Everywhere.

The mission of the foundation was to encourage, educate, inspire, and motivate children worldwide to adopt life-long habits toward a healthy lifestyle; to expand their knowledge of the world around them; and, to pursue their goals and dreams with the abilities they possess. While President of The P.A.C.E. Fitness Foundation, I spoke to thousands of school children in the United States and Europe through assemblies with the hope that my message would spur them on toward a healthier lifestyle. Now, 13 years after forming the foundation, I am dissolving it and retiring from actively promoting health and fitness to a national and global audience of children.

I'm about to turn 57 years of age and my focus has now shifted. These days, my running is much more personal and has a stronger spiritual component than in the past. Also, rather than aiming to encourage or inspire young people who are several decades beneath my age, I would like to try and challenge those who are 50+ in age. 

The P.A.C.E. Fitness Foundation saw participation from nearly 100,000 school children from 12 countries in numerous PACE Trek running/walking challenges across states and countries. Those children logged a total of nearly a half million miles – enough to circle the globe 20 times!

As I lead the foundation I had seven teaching goals:

  • The importance of good health/nutrition, as well as the benefits of frequent and consistent exercise.
  • The benefits that can be experienced from running and/or walking.
  • That if you take care of your body it can take you on some wonderful adventures.
  • Interesting information about the various locations that I ran through completely alone.
  • The importance of setting goals and pursuing dreams, no matter the obstacles in front of you.
  • That a positive attitude and the desire to positively impact the lives of others can be very rewarding.
  • That perseverance can take you places that you never imagined you could go.

The P.A.C.E. Fitness Foundation also participated in child-focused health and fitness seminars, as well as presentations at schools, conferences, and other settings. Educational curriculums were also developed by the foundation to benefit school children, such curriculums promoting an active and healthy lifestyle.

I am closing the doors on the foundation with great satisfaction in my heart for what was achieved over the years. It will be the only non-profit organization that I will form in my lifetime and to know that it reached children around the globe means a lot to me. Now, it's time to run forward into the next chapter of my running life. For those of you who take time to stop by this blog now and then to read the words of this runner, I thank you.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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Saturday, January 1, 2022

Year 2022: Running and Cycling for 365 Days Toward Greater Fitness

One of the Christmas gifts I received from my beautiful and loving wife a week ago was a Yeti SideKick waterproof dry bag. I'm not one to make New Year's resolutions, but I have decided that in 2022 I am going to aim to either run or bike every day... outside... regardless of the weather.

It has been about 10 years since I was actively cycling or running each day. In fact, this April will mark 11 years since I completed my solo run across the Mojave Desert at the age of 46. I'll be turning 57 in just a few months and although I've maintained a good level of health, I know that it's important for me to keep moving forward toward greater fitness. The closer I inch toward 60, the more I understand the importance of adopting the mindset that a healthy fitness level is a lifelong journey.

You can read my Mojave Desert adventure run journal here. The other day I read a May 2, 2011 journal entry I wrote the day after completing my 506-mile solo run across the Mojave Desert. I want to share that writing with you today.

This morning I woke up and realized that I don’t have to run today. As most of you know, P.A.C.E. Trek 2011 was wrapped up yesterday morning at 11:20 a.m. Pacific Time when I ran into Badwater Basin, Death Valley — the finish line. I had pounded my body for 17 days of running across the Mojave Desert, a journey of 506 miles with my 150-pound body (and less now!) pushing a 100-pound BOB stroller full of gear, water and food. I’m pleased with the 30-mile-per-day average I maintained and am actually thrilled that I was able to do 35 to 40 miles per day for several days through the Mojave National Preserve. That was incredibly challenging considering the high winds, sand roads, and overall remoteness.

I’ve had a lot of people tell me that I’ve just made history with this solo, unsupported run across the Mojave Desert. I knew going into it that nobody had attempted a run from the Grand Canyon to Death Valley by going across the Mojave, but I wasn’t focused on becoming the first to do so. This run was very personal — in so many ways. I needed this challenge. Most of you know that I wrote a press release for this journey before starting. I never sent it to any media sources. I didn’t do any interviews and had no speaking engagements. I didn’t do any school assemblies along the way, and did not seek any attention during this run. P.A.C.E. Trek 2011 – Destination: Mojave Desert was not about getting attention. It was about an endurance quest to challenge myself in a way that I had never done before. It was part endurance, and part survival. It made me dig deep within myself to see if I could push myself past the boundaries of physical, mental, emotional and social abilities that I had become accustomed to during previous P.A.C.E. Treks (Alaska, Montana and Germany).

This run made me draw from so many past running experiences, and it had many personal spiritual elements as well. This was not "Man vs. Wild" the running version. This was about a runner trying to go beyond the limits he had grown comfortable with. Every now and then you have to step outside of your comfort zone. You have to look into your heart and determine if there are steps you should take that you've either been hesitant to or that you've been uncertain to because you can't see the outcome beforehand. Too often we live our lives in a zone of familiarity... a zone of comfortable existence. I believe it’s healthy and positive to have moments where you try to stretch yourself beyond what you are sure of in your everyday life. I did that through this P.A.C.E. Trek. I know more about myself and my abilities. I know more about what I want, what I can achieve, and what makes up the core being of Paul Staso.

I’m 46 years old and this wasn’t a journey for "self discovery." I know who I am, but I wanted to know what else I can become. I feel I’ve accomplished that through this run. So, does that mean the process is over? No, it should never be. As I said, I believe it is healthy and positive to have experiences like this in life. You can’t necessarily plan them. Often they come along as a prompting in your heart that you need to do it. That’s how this was for me.

I am always encouraging kids to set goals, run after those goals, and to persevere through to the finish. I hope that this run has been a live example of the words I share. I shared my experience through pictures, videos, audio files, journal writings, and even a live tracking tool so that kids could virtually come along with me... seeing and feeling some of what I was experiencing. I wanted to be very transparent on this P.A.C.E. Trek, yet once I was into it I decided to lean toward the side of less transparency due to the extreme nature of what I was doing. There was so much more that I could have shared through the P.A.C.E. Trek 2011 website. The pain was often intense -- bandaging my feet at the start of a new day; the agony of taking off my shoes at the end of the day and dealing with the latest damage; the tears of frustration, exhaustion and emotional turmoil as I tried to get myself and a 100+ pound stroller across the desert; and so much more. 

Had a documentary been done about this particular journey run, it would have been very revealing about what happens when one person takes on such an endeavor. I’ve looked back at my pictures and videos and can see smiles that were not always genuine. I see enthusiasm at times when it was truly lacking in my strides. I see a man who wants to be a positive example to kids and display excitement and/or fun in the images but inside is feeling the total pain of what he’s doing. Yes, in some of the photos I feel as though I’m giving a false image. However, there are certainly many images that reflect my true feelings. There were moments that were incredibly wonderful and rewarding throughout the journey. I did have times of fun and at times felt like a big kid on an adventure. This is such a big, wonderful world we live on and there’s so much adventure right outside the door. I stepped outside and experienced that and I hope that there are some kids that watched and are now thinking about what they might aim for in their own lives.

I’ve had several people say that it would have been easier for me to run west to east (due to the jet stream) and that I would have had less headwinds to battle the entire way. Yes, I could have run from Badwater, Death Valley to the Grand Canyon. However, that was not the goal I set for myself. I created the toughest route I could... in the toughest direction. Of the 506 miles I ran there were only 20 miles of that done on interstate roads (and that was out of necessity). The other 486 miles was done on small secondary roads, like the old Route 66. Those roads often did not have a shoulder and had far less populations and services. It was a rather remote route that I ran, and the terrain was very challenging. I did that on purpose. I wanted a difficult challenge — one that many people told me could not be done, particularly in 17 running days.

Some told me before I began that there was a chance that I could die alone in the desert (heat stroke, rattlesnake bite, or some other terrible incident). I won’t deny that those thoughts crossed my mind. I actually had to arrive at the mental point of knowing that I could die while trying to run across the Mojave Desert alone. I knew that I was going to use all of my experience to avoid that, but there was certainly a chance that something terrible could happen. Yes, I went into the Mojave Desert prepared to die if that would be the result. Talk about stepping outside of your comfort zone! I can’t quite explain all of my thinking and reasoning that went into arriving at the point of deciding to run into the desert without a guarantee of coming out the other side alive. However, I knew well the risk I was taking and was at a point in my life where I needed to do this.

I persevered and accomplished the task. Yes, I became the first in doing so, but that’s not what I was running after. Sure, it’s a great feeling knowing that I just did something that hasn’t been done before by another solo runner, but my running means more to me than accolades or a title as being "the first." It will always be a run that I hold close to my heart and I’m sure that I’ll draw strength from the experience in future moments in my life.

From Him, Through Him, For Him (Romans 11:36),
Paul J. Staso


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