"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." --Marcel Proust
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Friday, November 11, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Race Report: Hold Stumt
As much as I enjoy writing, there wasn’t much of a point in writing a race report for TARC 100 anyways since it will be getting shelved indefinitely for a variety of reasons, including decreasing demand. Plus, I’ve never been a big fan of ultras run in
laps, whether it’s because I find them to be utterly boring, pedestrian and
uneventful (see: my 2015 Blackfoot 100k race report, or lack thereof) or
because they usually evolve into a longer-than-necessary stay inside the pain cave (see: 2015 Javelina Jundred, 2015 KUS 24h). So instead of the usual recap about my
adventure, I’m going to focus more on how I mitigate things when the act of trying to leave a world of
hurt feels increasingly Sisyphean in nature.
Labels:
2016 TARC 100,
race report
Location:
Westwood, MA, USA
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Race Report: Mein Götterdämmerung
When I rediscovered running in 2011,
the reason I did so was to literally run away from people. I was looking
for a decent one-hour break during my work day where I could just be alone,
away from shitty colleagues and stupid email chains, and straight-up rediscover
the glory of my existence.
It's been five years, and unfortunately, searching for my raison d'etre is still one of the biggest reasons I lace up--the only difference is that the whole "I just need an hour to deal with some shit" part is closer to a day and a bit now.
It's been five years, and unfortunately, searching for my raison d'etre is still one of the biggest reasons I lace up--the only difference is that the whole "I just need an hour to deal with some shit" part is closer to a day and a bit now.
This race report is not a happy story. It starts out pretty dark. And then it depicts the pains of running a Hard Rock qualifier all by yourself.
But it gets better.
(Also, it's a long one, so maybe pour yourself a glass of wine first. Or split open a tube of cookie dough. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.)
(Also, it's a long one, so maybe pour yourself a glass of wine first. Or split open a tube of cookie dough. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.)
Labels:
2016 angeles crest 100,
race report
Location:
Wrightwood, CA, USA
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Race Report: Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
As of the writing of this report, I'm a few months into my 26th year in this world, but I still act with the maturity of someone half my age. Whether it's my complete lack of ability to budget and just jet off into the world collecting experiences, or the fact that I’m not one to usually try at things, setting A-goals and B-goals at a ridiculously low bar, or misplacing the
fucks I have to give about life in general--there is a large part of me that ardently refuses commit to accept the potential consequences of my actions and run away from anything that gives me the potential of feeling regret.
But once in a while, the world aligns its stars, tells you to grow a pair and to not fuck the moment up.
The 2016 Ronhill West Highland Way Race was one of those times. Bear with me.
But once in a while, the world aligns its stars, tells you to grow a pair and to not fuck the moment up.
The 2016 Ronhill West Highland Way Race was one of those times. Bear with me.
this is actually Scotland, believe it or not. LOOK AT ALL THAT GREEN |
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Race Report: We Now Return You to Your Regularly Scheduled Programming
Labels:
2016 miwok 100k,
race report
Location:
Corte Madera, CA, USA
Saturday, April 23, 2016
So That I Can Remember: Feet in the Clouds
also a pretty sick book, if you ask me |
Labels:
Alberta,
Canada,
canmore,
grotto mountain,
So that I can remember
Friday, March 25, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
That's Why: I'm Still Alive
runners
of all walks of life are often asked this one question by non-runners,
which, while simple and only constructed of a few words, begs a thinking
process tantamount to answering an Epistemology course exam question.
it's worse for ultrarunners as, to most pedestrian spectators, we're
appearing to be half-assedly attempting suicide, or at least slightly
deranged.
"why do you run?"
simple, reasonable answers exist for this question.
"for the mental clarity."
"my dog needs to take a dump."
"fun starts at the end of my comfort zone."
"I want to wear short shorts, even if my peers think it's socially unacceptable for someone of my physique."
however, few realize that the wide range of responses applicable to this question actually forms a bigger, more fundamental reason for why you run. the problem is that this reason does not manifest itself through words but only appears as a mild sensation while you're running. henceforth--the more tangible an answer becomes, the harder it is to put it into sentences.
in this eleventy-bajillion part feature, I will attempt to put my spin into the runner's search for meaning. as noted, the resulting draft of a runner's rambling manifesto will be guaranteed to DNF. each post will connect to a previous post in some manner, forming a giant puzzle of indeterminate size and product. however--i hope this sisyphean endeavor will help you find a more purposeful consciousness to your running regime. enjoy.
"why do you run?"
simple, reasonable answers exist for this question.
"for the mental clarity."
"my dog needs to take a dump."
"fun starts at the end of my comfort zone."
"I want to wear short shorts, even if my peers think it's socially unacceptable for someone of my physique."
however, few realize that the wide range of responses applicable to this question actually forms a bigger, more fundamental reason for why you run. the problem is that this reason does not manifest itself through words but only appears as a mild sensation while you're running. henceforth--the more tangible an answer becomes, the harder it is to put it into sentences.
in this eleventy-bajillion part feature, I will attempt to put my spin into the runner's search for meaning. as noted, the resulting draft of a runner's rambling manifesto will be guaranteed to DNF. each post will connect to a previous post in some manner, forming a giant puzzle of indeterminate size and product. however--i hope this sisyphean endeavor will help you find a more purposeful consciousness to your running regime. enjoy.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
That's Why: Because Mother Nature is a Two Faced Broad
runners of all walks of life are often asked this one question by non-runners, which, while simple and only constructed of a few words, begs a thinking process tantamount to answering an Epistemology course exam question. it's worse for ultrarunners as, to most pedestrian spectators, we're appearing to be half-assedly attempting suicide, or at least slightly deranged.
"why do you run?"
simple, reasonable answers exist for this question.
"I'm going to a good place."
"I have to earn my future."
"I have to switch my head off."
"because it's a symptom of more deeply-rooted psychological issues."
however, few realize that the wide range of responses applicable to this question actually forms a bigger, more fundamental reason for why you run. the problem is that this reason does not manifest itself through words but only appears as a mild sensation while you're running. henceforth--the more tangible an answer becomes, the harder it is to put it into sentences.
in this eleventy-bajillion part feature, I will attempt to put my spin into the runner's search for meaning. as noted, the resulting draft of a runner's rambling manifesto will be guaranteed to DNF. each post will connect to a previous post in some manner, forming a giant puzzle of indeterminate size and product. however--i hope this sisyphean endeavor will help you find a more purposeful consciousness to your running regime. enjoy.
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