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Pathfinding & Found Paths
Sunday Runday and we should have known better than to go onto the icy trails after an overnight snowfall less than a week after an ice storm. But the sun was peeking over the eastern horizon and lighting up the December sky in all sorts of pretty colours, so the ice seemed like a temporary
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We Interrupt this Training Plan for …
Sunday Runday, and I woke up to a skiff of fresh overnight snow and a minus twenty world out my front door. Yeah, you read that right: -20C. (Not even mentioning the “feels like” -33C wind chill estimate that accompanied the forecast on my weather app.) As I was eating my breakfast, one of my
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Them Feets
Sunday Runday, and I didn’t. For a whole week I’ve been sidelined by a heel ailment that I’ve self-diagnosed as a touch of plantar fasciitis, or runner’s heel. Them feets! The thing is that I’m supposed to run a half marathon in a little more than a month. The thing is that I need to
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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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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