Here’s another banger from my friend Caitlin, who is a better runner than I am, in so many […]
Author: Emlyn Lewis
When writing a first draft, I use commas the way some people mumble ‘uh’ when speaking. I type […]
Django trots down the trail in front of me. To him, it’s a smellscape, and something deep in […]
My local trail is the Western Greenway. I’ve run it enough to know where the rocks are, sometimes […]
I got the finger twice this morning, which means I nailed the workout. It warms the cockles of […]
Imagine you’ve just stepped out of a time machine into a copse of trees you’ve never seen before, […]
This post appeared originally, in slightly different form, at Red Kite Prayer. Let’s start with an audacious premise, […]
In the very best moments on the trail, no matter whether you’re running or riding, thought and action […]
The summer turns its final corner, the air dries out, and suddenly you can breathe full, deep draughts […]
I’m not a fan of platitudes, but they do have this annoying way of capturing the truth in […]
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