This story is a lot of crap. I’m literally talking about crap here, but don’t worry, there’s a path and a pilsner at the end which made up for it. As I’m discovering this blog is almost as much about my child raising experiences as it is about running and beer. This entry is another … Continue reading A Really Crappy Day Redeemed: valuable lessons from some epic poohs, a beautiful run, and a great beer called the 805
A lot of things run through your mind while you’re hurdling towards the ground at a modest velocity: where will I land? How will I land? Will I break anything? How would I get home? Will my dog keep the coyotes at bay? Did I leave the iron on? The list goes on. I was … Continue reading Falling Down
Not every run ends with a beer or a glass of wine necessarily. Thursday was a perfect example: while I planned on getting a run in, an opportunity arose which I couldn’t pass up. I was sitting at my dining room table checking emails when the color of the morning light changed as it entered … Continue reading The Beauty of Destruction
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