
sunday rundays
It’s about the promise: you are making one to yourself, to other people...

It’s about the promise: you are making one to yourself, to other people...

We flew down new trails, clambered over low hills, and traced unexplored hairpin curves...

The longer one waits on something like that the more foolish one feels going into a medical establishment...

By quarter to ten in the morning I was pacing around the start line...

Unless I start doing exclusively lunch runs, I’m going to need to find some fresh batteries for my headlamp.


...it can simply be fun and a new way to think about all those klicks you’re tracking.

Running through the woods in the wind is like running through a minefield. Unwise.

I used to play a game where I would use Strava’s mapping tools to overlay hundreds of runs one over the other.

The rules are set by the race, not by a handful of people who draw an imaginary line.