We are at times boundless. Orbs of formless energy hurtling towards some yet unseen target. The goal. A point whose magnetism draws us in, pulling us onward. The end. This is how I had started the summary of my year of running. Undoubtedly, my biggest yet. It is how I’d attempt to summarize the latest […]
The Shift.
Today was not a day of excitement. Or positive pre-race jitters. Or about willingly and enthusiastically exploring the things on the edge of what I can do. From the first sound of the alarm, the morning was filled with the standard pre-race routine, eating food, dressing in the clothes I methodically prepared the night before. […]
Pace Report: the collective.
It was an unknown number so I didn’t answer it. We were ripping along the turnpike talking about running, upcoming trips and debating if we’d rather run in flip flops or burlap running shorts. Then my phone rang again. Steve said we should probably answer it. Maybe it’s Jimmy, he said. It was Tucker, another […]
The metronome.
I breathe deeply. I scan my body from the ground up. Wiggling my toes slightly inside my shoes, shaking out my fingers and waving my arms. The chilly air feels cold against my neck, my lower legs, my face. I breathe deeply. My chest rises as the cool air passes through my nose and slips […]
Traveled Home
Do this. Not in a minute not tomorrow, right now. Find out exactly what time the sun rises wherever you happen to be. Wherever you call home. Go ahead, this can wait. I’ve been thinking a lot about movement. More specifically as it relates to how we see the space we are moving through. Probably […]
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Time Warp
So there is a bit of a time warp. Time is used solely to define distance. Minutes are transferred into miles, and those miles used only to symbolize the space between the things needed to survive. Sustenance. And pizza. Ok, and candy. You leave the aid station and slog up the trail. Movement that would […]
