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patio season
It is only just the second day of May and I find myself sitting on the patio at the local Starbucks. Yeah, I know. There is a likely chance that you are reading this from somewhere in the world where (a) patio season in May is entirely normal and (b) eighteen degrees would not be
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run club restart
I tend to have a lot of sentimental vibes for run club. In its current form it is a pale shadow of when I first showed up at my local run store for a clinic, oh, seventeen years ago now, but it exists enough that I attended the latest session of it last night and
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Spring Runoff
I had this grand plan about ramping up my mileage for spring. Each year around this time I’ve been “streaking” — but in the running, way, as in trying to run a minimum distance each day. Setting a running streak. Three weeks or maybe even a month of consecutive running. Kicking off April first with
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Tracks in the Mud
There were imprints of multiple bike tire treads in the dried mud. This particular corner is not exactly technical, but it would inevitably pose a challenge for a novice off-road cyclist. The hairpin turn is at the lowest point of a narrow runoff trench, a kind of wrinkle in the landscape where water might escape
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works of wandering
As of two o’clock in the afternoon I have logged nearly seventeen thousand steps. Walking. Wandering. Vaguely destinationed towards places where I could sit and write after walking and reading and trying not to trip and fall flat on my face. I’ll be the first to admit that I had no real plan about what