I went to Whipple Hill in the rain. The rest of the world was prepping a turkey or […]
Trail running isn’t always poetry written in dirt and stone. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it feels like your […]
1 “I’m not faster. I can just hurt more than you can,” she said, the former pro, dropping […]
As we jogged our warmup for this morning’s Suffer Club we talked about how it feels, as we […]
Here’s another banger from my friend Caitlin, who is a better runner than I am, in so many […]
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, […]
Dirt Soul Search 