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Fire Smoke
We’ve been routinely waking up to the smell of campfire, and not in a good way. Last year I had this idea of creating a video series to accompany this site, and I actually produced a couple early episodes, where I would have a sit around a campfire — maybe in my backyard, maybe in
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Race Report: Blackfoot
Sunday Runday, and I’m moving gingerly around the house this morning in recovery mode after a long, tough race yesterday. After a two and a half year wait, and two covid-postponments, the Blackfoot Ultra finally crossed the start line on Saturday. A good proportion of the racers never showed up, obviously fallen out of training
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Little Lives
Sunday Runday, and my morning run (though short) was a fast, local race. Too often I discount and downplay the value of lacing up for a cause that isn’t just another tick on the tally of my own personal achievements. Yet a five kilometer fundraiser race, as far removed as it is from the epic
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Running into Spring
Sunday Runday, the first day of spring, and yet when we stepped out into the last few hours of winter air this morning it was blowing and cold as if winter was reminding us that we all lived on the Canadian prairies and we don’t get to simply up and decide that the chill has
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Social Distances
Sunday Runday, and that familiar epic-tired-queezy feeling is settling in for the afternoon, and I don’t remember if it’s a good thing or the part of the long runs that I didn’t like. I hadn’t run more than a dozen kilometers in the better part of a year, certainly not over the winter, and during