110 km, 32deg Celsius, 6 days, 1 pair of running shorts Here is a little story I put together from my winter trip in search of sunny running: Trail Huntin'
You are feeling strong. You get to the top of the hill. You look out across the vast expanse of teals, blues, and greens of the Caribbean waters. You can see the sun peaking out across the horizon kissing the early morning silence with a reflective glitter. You prepared last night, packed water, energy gels, … Continue reading Morning Runs
Most recently I spent an extended period of time on Mt. Rainier. When you are walking along guided by the bubble of light from your headlamp and the moons reflection off the snow slope, there is a lot of time for contemplation. You adapt and embrace to the meditative state of extreme uphill walking. Bundled … Continue reading The Art of Suffering
Mt. Si, this peak overlooks the town of North Bend, a short drive from the hustle and bustle of Seattle and a perfect place to run…UP. 4 miles is a seemingly non-threatening distance…until you are staring at 3700+ feet of elevation gain only to turn around and backtrack down the same 4 miles. I would … Continue reading “on your left”
“Let’s take a look at the map” “uhhh….the map?” We were an hour into our ascent of Mt. Stuart, the dew still glistening on the meadow grasses. Tucked neatly in a waterproof pouch was a rough sketch of the gully system, a typed route description, a zoomed in elevation google topo, and the clif-notes from … Continue reading A Summit for A Poem
Bucking broncos, lasso’s, bull-riders, chaps and Huckleberry ice cream. No weekend would be complete without a little giddy-up.
There is something about going somewhere on your own two feet; the challenge is more about going further than going faster. With each new mile you can justify the last 5, or 10, or 20 and then oddly enough justify the future 5, 10, or 20. It’s an upward spiral of questionable logic. “What’s another … Continue reading to the window…to the wall
-photographer unknown Although I was born and raised “up the holler*” I was told once that I will never truly be a West Virginian. This honorable status cannot be bestowed until your parents, and their parents are both buried in the hills somewhere. We had our little spot on top of a hill, shaded by … Continue reading “…there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” –Bilbo Baggins
Do you want to go to Pakistan?” “yes” “are you sure?” “yes” “really?” “yes” “ok, don’t tell your mom” That was how the conversation transpired. There was no evaluation, no contemplation, no hesitation, just yes. It is not often that people allow their lives to be changed in an instant. We base life decisions around … Continue reading Insha’allah, it will be done… maybe tomorrow
Definition of CAIRN : a heap of stones piled up as a memorial or as a landmark Who needs GPS navigation, a compass, or a map, when you can simply follow the little piles of rocks indentifying the “path?” There is an art to cairn building, unfortunately not all have mastered the technique and too … Continue reading The Yellow Brick Road