I didn’t want to go. But I do want a hula pie later. So I finally after much dilly dallying got out the AirBNB door for a short run. Given the calorie bomb of gooey goodness that awaits, I probably should have gone for a longer one. Island time. Island distances.
In January 2018 I’m running a marathon at an Air Force base in Warner Robins, Georgia. The race organizers just sent me the following email: I’m not sure, but I think there would be less checks for me to buy a gun than it will be for me to run this marathon. That’s a crazy, […]
I’m in a dark place; I seem to have gone from renting an apartment in such a land to being landed gentry; if not a permanent resident there I certainly have a vacation home amongst the dismal and depressed. There are times when I aspirationally seek to write something profound… or maybe insightful… but at […]
There are a number of ways for me to fail when it comes to running. My alarm went off this morning and I ignored it. I ate a ton of crappy, empty caloric depressingly bad for me and not even all that tasty foodstuffs. I disappeared down a couple of i-rabbit holes, the tumbling, spiraling […]
One of my favorite quotes about southern California comes from Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem (1968): “Some people around San Bernardino say that Arthwell Hayton suffered; others say that he did not suffer at all. Perhaps he did not, for time past is not believed to have any bearing upon time present, or future, out […]
Albatros Adventure Marathons posted this to their Facebook page but I wasn’t able to find it on youtube. With a bit of html alchemy, here it is: