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 …

Unintended Consequences

So tonight I wrote a running friend down in Austin whom I hadn’t heard from in a while. He’d been injured last year but minutes ago I got his email that he’d mended up just fine. Hey, Wes. So good to hear from you. I’m healthy again, if slower. I …