the latter stages of my long run this week, I crossed the Tacoma Narrows. On the way out, the wind was at my back, but on the return journey, the wind pummeled me hard…
It’s after two in the morning. I just returned from my third half marathon in twenty-four hours. That’s about thirty-nine miles all said and done. I’m exhausted, but incredibly grateful...
Beauty is both a source of inspiration and of despair. It fills the soul with wonder, joy, and hope, while simultaneously crushing dreams, inviting doubt, and breaking the spirit...
I went for a run this evening (shocking, I know). It was an eight-mile jaunt down to the waterfront and back. I didn’t take a watch or a phone. I don’t know if I was fast or slow. I couldn’t even begin to tell you what my average split might have been...