Going to Eleven

I would say that I hate treadmills, but everybody hates treadmills, so there’s no reason to bother. Also, every morning I drive past a couple of people who clearly loathe treadmills way more than I do and probably have dibs on this conversation. These people run outside in 15 degree …

Keeping My Feet

There was a slight contrast between my Monday and my Tuesday. And also a connection. Monday I went for a solo ten-mile run in Bear Mountain State Park. The heavy snow from the previous week had melted over a couple warm and rainy days and was still draining down from …

Bridges to Somewhere

My Garmin spits out a verdict on “elevation gained” for every run. A rollicking 7-mile trail run in the woods of Kentucky last week? 776 feet. A 5k jaunt up the ski slopes last fall on Windham Mountain? 1550 feet. This morning’s 4-miler through the blizzard in the flats of …