Relentlessness and consistency are strange cousins. One is high stress and all action. The other is measured and […]
trail running
I’m not trying to affect that paranoid style that seems so popular in America today. And I’m not […]
It’s the solstice. The shortest day of the year. Can metaphors be too apt? Is darkness as a […]
When I wrote Thoughts on Trail Running Shoes, I did not anticipate going on and on like this. […]
My head was not attached to my body. The legs were churning. The arms were pumping. But the […]
Titles are such poor ways to convey truth. They’re the original click-bait. To be clear, before I tell […]
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 […]
My local trail is the Western Greenway. I’ve run it enough to know where the rocks are, sometimes […]
This post appeared originally, in slightly different form, at Red Kite Prayer. Let’s start with an audacious premise, […]
Dirt Soul Search 