At a passing glance, you wouldn’t think there would be much to western Missouri in late June: rolling green hills, hot humid days, and maybe some mediocre beer. Well that couldn’t be further from the truth as I discovered during my recent visit. I had been invited out for a week long conference at historic … Continue reading We’re not in Kansas anymore: A random greenway, an underground pub, and some tamales for good measure
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A Really Crappy Day Redeemed: valuable lessons from some epic poohs, a beautiful run, and a great beer called the 805
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
Carmel by the Sea: A New Year’s resolution reached, trails discovered, great beer tasted and Kurt Russell’s best role rediscovered
One nice thing about having children under the age of 5 in your home is that the idea of staying up late for New Year’s borders on the ridiculous. Why stay up until midnight when you can watch the ball drop in Time’s Square at 9pm (one benefit of being on the West Coast), and … Continue reading Carmel by the Sea: A New Year’s resolution reached, trails discovered, great beer tasted and Kurt Russell’s best role rediscovered
A Glass of Resilience: a Baby Born, an Old Path Rediscovered, and of Course Cold Beer
So I’ve been off the net for a bit. We had another baby, I picked up a lot more work, and things got a little chaotic. That’s not an excuse, just fact. (and while I'm at it, keeping your Christmas tree up until St. Patrick's Day is a thing, right?) Work with me here. The … Continue reading A Glass of Resilience: a Baby Born, an Old Path Rediscovered, and of Course Cold Beer
Tri Santa Cruz: A Sick Toddler, Determination, and a Little Discretion
My alarm had only been off for five minutes when my three year old wandered into our bedroom. Still in bed I mentally prepared to race. “Mommy," she huffed, "I don’t feel--- BAAAAARRRRRFFFFFF!!!!” And like that my 3 year old vomited all over the dog’s bed. Fortunately, the dog sensed things were not going to … Continue reading Tri Santa Cruz: A Sick Toddler, Determination, and a Little Discretion
Paths, Pilsners, Pedals, and Pinots 