The Hurty Ones Count Double

Trail running isn't always poetry written in dirt and stone. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it feels like your legs are made of wood or glass or some beguiling mix of the two. Sometimes your heart heaves on every climb and refuses to settle. Sometimes it hurts. My watch said I was nearly 7 miles in,... Continue Reading →

What the Trail Wants

We are holding back, neither of us in peak form, both rehabbing from injuries and trying to get back to that place where the miles come easily and the trail flows. Who knows how far it is from here to there? It's ok. We have time. We can pile ten-minute miles on top of each... Continue Reading →

In Juria

The English word injury comes from the Latin in juria, or "not right.' This isn't just a state of being not right, broken. It's more. There are connotations of unfairness, of having been wronged. a violation of a legally protected interest (as the physical or mental well-being, property, reputation, or rights of another) for which... Continue Reading →

The Results Committee

I ran 3 miles this morning. I ran slowly. I looked at my watch once or twice, but only reflexively. I ran one of my regular routes, and I didn't try very hard, and it went well. I stopped at the end to retrieve a bag of dog shit I'd left there at the beginning... Continue Reading →

Letting Go

She lifted my right arm gently, shook it a little, and began to move it out away from my body. I thought, "It's ok. Just let her have it. Relax." But my mind, the mind under my mind really, said no. Before I felt pain, I felt fear. I was holding my breath. My body... Continue Reading →

In the Driveway, Talking

I could hear them in the driveway, talking. Loading bikes onto the rack. Laughing softly. Rolling out. I didn't open the curtain, because I didn't want to intrude. Chap and Koop, the guys I ride with, off with gravel bikes for a serpentine adventure in some western woods. It's cool and crisp this morning, the... Continue Reading →

The Cardiel Doctrine

I met with a doctor late last week about my shoulder, which he said, casually, was in danger of becoming frozen due to too many adhesions within the joint. Then he said some other garbage that didn't make sense, and made clear that he didn't really want to be bothered treating me anymore. In my... Continue Reading →

Where Is Fitness?

While I am injured and trying to behave myself by sitting still and not at all dreaming about running/riding/working out, while I am still coaching Suffer Club and helping people with bike fits and maintenance, while M sends me maps of future runs and I browse the lists of upcoming, virtual races, the gnawing anxiety... Continue Reading →

The Map in the Vase

Every year, once the heat of summer tamps down the beach crowds, I visit an island off the Atlantic Coast with a cadre of runners/surfers/fishermen that we refer to as Brisk Sports Weekend. This island is ringed by the vacation homes of the hyper-rich, one of which we pitch camp in, a band of merry... Continue Reading →

The Entropy Is Real

It was the second time I'd had the flu, and it was late February, just about a month before the pandemic turned life upside down, so I reluctantly went to the doctor and had a long swab pushed far enough up my nose that I can now no longer recall anything that happened in 1986.... Continue Reading →

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