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

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.

The leaves crunching, the colours on the ground and in the trees, and the whole autumn vibe.

I’d rather just sit over here quietly and write things that are meaningful to me.

My rule of thumb is when it’s above freezing, I wear shorts.

Adults, sadly, don’t have a lot of friends. Adult men have statistically, basically, no friends.

I’ll admit, being at the late-end of that age group has a psychological cushion to soften the blow.

She was ahead of us within the first five steps off the start, and became little more than a blur in the distance ahead of me.

I get a little excitable when I’m in the trails with my camera and the sun is out and the leaves are turning...
