I’m off early from work this afternoon. I bused down to save time this morning, but it’s so gorgeous out. Traveling on foot is the only option on a day as lovely as this…
My phone’s alarm goes off. It’s 4:44am, another quiet, lonely morning at the farm. I miss Esprit. She’s in Seattle. I’m across the mountains in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington…
Veering off the trail after a little ways, I duck into the woods. If I am to run any portion of this leg of the course, I will absolutely need to do something about this uncomfortable bowel situation. I’ll need to shed some weight…
It’s about four in the afternoon. I’m off work early today. It’s odd. I’m okay with it, but it’s odd. I missed my run this morning so I figure I might as well take advantage of my free afternoon…
I sit in the idling car to keep the cold at bay. I’d only been outside long enough to check in. Already I can tell the icy chill in the air threatens to numb my extremities with surprising speed...
I show up to the starting line. Nerves eat at me. I look around and see people who appear far faster than I am. I begin to wonder if I’m in the right starting group...