I wrote this some time ago. A routine is a way of stilling time. It is its own […]
Author: Emlyn Lewis
In February, this theme develops. My regular full gas approach reaches the point of diminishing returns as the […]
I want my body to do more things, but it won’t. Or at least not without complaining. I […]
You have a spot in your local woods that you really love. There is a great rock or […]
I know how turtles feel, suddenly staring at the sky, legs flailing, vulnerability turning quickly to panic. I […]
This post appeared originally at Red Kite Prayer. For more of my cycling related writing also check out […]
I know better, but I still sometimes make the mistake, offering up my views, some expert tips, to […]
They are just woods behind a single line of houses that hug a narrow, twisting, mountain road. There […]
Django and I head into the woods together. We have to do this. It’s how we work off […]
Here I float, 40 feet up, gently swaying, the tree tops plastered with snow. Ghost chairs, emptied somewhere […]
