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Maybe It’s Cold Outside?
It’s Sunday Runday, and I’m going to stay in and ride the stationary bike. I woke up and looked at the temperature as I was letting the dog out at 6am. It was twenty degrees below zero with a brisk wind. Also, it snowed. Snowed lightly covering up the layer of glassy ice covering a
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squall
as the door clicked shutmy headlamp broadcast a stark beamslicing a path through the winter dark as I took my first stepsmy watch reached skyward for a signaltracking my pace across the icy walks as I started to runmy face caught the sudden rush of windsensing the winter air stirring ahead in the park as
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Iceland: Chasing Waterfalls
I snapped close to ten thousand photos over the course of not-quite-two weeks travelling around Iceland in 2014, and disproportional number of those pics included waterfalls. for whatever one photo is worth: Skógafoss is a huge waterfall on the Skógá River in the very southern bulge of Iceland. It was one of the first big
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Recalling Quarantine Ultra
I hadn’t forgotten about it. At the time it was just a goofy online race. But I was there. This morning I was flipping through the digital pages of the December 2020 issue of Outdoor magazine. A sentence on an article titled “Unprecedented” caught my eye. Something something backyard quarantine ultra something something. Sunday Runday,
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Single Track Somebody
Sunday Runday. Still locked into my solo routine from an abundance of pandemic lockdown caution, I veered from my planned course yesterday. I left the house thinking of a simple suburban streets run, my typical get-er-done route. Instead, I turned ninety-degrees at the trail access, and trotted into the river valley to tackle a stretch
Category: running & adventure
My sport involves feet and trails and moving one quickly across the other.