Hanging Rock Re-Make

“How many miles are you feeling like this morning?” Oh, I don’t know. Maybe 7 or 8? I started with a 2 liter pack of water frozen solid. It was melted by mile two. Because those first two miles. Were straight up the side of a mountain. 800 stairs. Or maybe 5,000. My legs will … Continue reading Hanging Rock Re-Make

Natural Bear Repellant

Disclaimer: In case you’ve found this post by searching for “natural bear repellant” on the internet. I’m sorry. This is not that. This is satire. Well, actually it’s my life. But my life is basically satire. So… So, it’s freakishly beautiful in Virginia today. Cool. Clear. Lovely. And because every run I went on last … Continue reading Natural Bear Repellant

Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

I’ve been told you’re not a real mountain biker. Until you wreck. And despite my desperate need to be included. My every instinct. When mountain biking. Or lifing. Is to not wreck. So, I spent Sunday running Hay Rock. I didn’t want to. I didn’t not want to. I’ve spent all of break with this … Continue reading Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

Another Failed DeFo Special

Sometimes the looks of disappointment Spanish speakers give me... So, the plan this morning was to run the full DeFo Special. 27 miles. 8,000 feet of climbing. I´ve always managed to find a way to short that mileage. Usually by running out of snacks. By mile ten. And no one is willing to run with … Continue reading Another Failed DeFo Special

That Time I Accidentally Ran 22 Miles

“Oh, you’ve got this nice gymnasium floor.” And I do. It is cool. But dude works here. And I was probably the fifth gymnasium apartment he’d visited. The floor was not a new experience for him. The problem was. I forgot that maintenance was coming through to check the sprinklers. And I’m currently unemployed. So … Continue reading That Time I Accidentally Ran 22 Miles

A Little Late for the Cove

Look. We’ve done some shit. Rogue and I both have done some legit shit. In just the last few years that we’ve known each other. We’ve run Chicago Marathon. And America’s Toughest Road Marathon. Did that one twice. In the same race, matter of fact. Ragnars. Trail and Road. Spartans. We’ve Trifecta’d. That shit ain’t … Continue reading A Little Late for the Cove