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Three Cheers for Traction
Having run for well over a decade in the ever changing seasons of the Canadian prairies I have fought many battles with the hardened warrior otherwise known as winter trail conditions. Ankle-deep fresh snow. Ice-slickened asphalt. Road slop like oatmeal or worse, dirty slush. It is only November yet already the paths have become an
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Perfecting Pour Overs
Opportunity? Or maybe a concerning symptom? I’ve all-too-often tapped into the nearly unlimited informtion pouring from the internet and found myself wandering into deep, dark caverns of complexity on a narrow and specific topic. The last couple months that topic has been coffee. Back in September I hinted that I had been dabbling in pour
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Questions & Admissions
Do you ever get the feeling that people don’t get you? It doesn’t keep me awake at night by any means, but occasionally I’ll have an insight into how others see me, and it’s an interesting epiphany. For example, every day I have a morning check-in meeting with a group of my colleagues. It’s a
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trails chill blight
We ran in the fresh snow last night. It was cold and potentially dangerous, a truth unceremoniously marked by an encounter with the local emergency services at work in the dark, chill below the trails. pow’dree treads in i’see dark.en frozen. blust’ring. cold. nay, starkthern’winds whorl, rustle, haunt thas’night.four, boundless, b’yond trails chill blight. tha’sun
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Houseguests & Hobbled Pursuits
Long-time friends travelled from a neighbouring province this past weekend and used our basement guest room as a free hotel suite while they were attending their son’s sport tournament in our city. Six hours of driving from their house to ours has not been a particularly restrictive barrier for more routine visits previously so much