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
The Beauty of Destruction
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
Running to the Sound of Freedom
This is the excerpt for your very first post.