Cornered by the first bits of daylight, Mt. Hood is a golden ghost on the horizon. The eastward pull of these roads, roomy in the vacancy of early morning, is reflex. 590 more words
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I didn’t bother to post yesterday, all that I did was recovery miles.
Which to me are more like pulling teeth without Novocaine, they hurt and it ain’t necessary. 660 more words
From The Oatmeal’s comic: “The DOs and DO NOTs of Running Your First Marathon”
Sunday wrapped up week 9 out of 16 of marathon training. 1,155 more words
“Because I’m happpy…” , la, la, la, something “…a room without a roof…””
I’m careening downhill, and I can finally feel my feet again at the four kilometer mark of this winter half-marathon. 1,931 more words