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Philosophy

August 19, 2018

It’s been almost a year since I have written anything, that’s really a shame. Tonight I opened a bottle of New Belgium La Foile, and decided to let the cards fall where they will. What follows is a bit of prose on my personal experience running 100 miles for the first time, and a bit of race report. I can…

Read the PostThe Ute 100 – Into the Dark, Into the Light

November 13, 2017

As all of us go through life, we inevitably hit that phase where it get’s “real”. I find myself there this year. It seems I’m not alone either, as many of my friends who love the trails are also in the same general spot. Maybe it’s a “getting older” thing, or maybe it’s because people like us relish in experiences,…

Read the PostDon’t Forget to Look Up!

November 9, 2016

I went for a walk in the woods. I didn’t have a map, and I didn’t make a plan. I didn’t turn my GPS on, didn’t record how far I went, how much elevation I gained, or how fast I got there. In fact, there was no “there” to get to. I did have to cross a few things off…

Read the PostA Forest Poem

June 27, 2016

As I sit down to write, I realize that easily half (and probably more) of the trail runners I know are dealing with some sort of injury, including myself. It’s almost inevitable, especially when find ourselves in pursuit of longer distances, faster times, or both. Although the root cause of many common running injuries have still not been pinned down,…

Read the PostRunning Injuries, Injured Pride, and the Reality of Failure

September 18, 2015

No pretty pictures today, just a short essay. Some thoughts on running “in pursuit of” and the elusive nature of quality time – which comes in so many ways. Maybe a day at the beach with the family just going with the flow, an afternoon spent swinging in a hammock while sufficiently intoxicated, or just going out for a short…

Read the PostSoul Running and the Selfie

July 28, 2014

Once upon a time I went for a run. It happened to be a nice very nice run among the giant Sequoias of Calaveras Big Trees State Park. For me running has turned from something I once swore off to something I need to do. This summer I find myself in a lull, having not been able to run at…

Read the PostFootprints in the Paella