OMG, what a read (!!)

I totally have to share this. I just finished the most remarkable book, Descent, by Tim Johnston. It’s literary fiction, and the writing is so lovely you’ll want to savor it in your mouth. The premise of the book: An 18-year-old girl goes off running in the mountains with her 15-year-old brother, and she’s abducted. […]

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I ran! A mile! A whole, friggin’ mile!

Being injured sucks. Being injured because your dog toppled you over and your wrecked your knee sucks even more. After a month (one. long. stinking. month.) of not running and riding the bike-that-goes-nowhere at the gym for impossibly long times (my record so far: 3 hours, 35 minutes, woot-woot), I ran two days ago. I […]

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Lots ‘o visits, and my first DNS and DNF

I’m going to wrap up my summer running adventures and then get on with the rest of my life. Unfortunately, since I’m injured, this doesn’t consist of much running but does include a lot of riding-the-bike-that-goes-nowhere-at-the-gym, and for like two and three hours at a time (which is why I’m dreaming of my summer runs). […]

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Summer running update, Part I

This is how my summer went: I worked, for a bit. I ran, a lot. I wrote, a lot. I ate, a lot. And then suddenly and without warning, I stopped blogging. I got lazy. I put it off and put it off. Before I knew it, months had gone by and I hadn’t written a […]

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Oh, Alaska, I love you

We have been hit with incredible weather. I mean: Incredible. Warm days, sunshine, clear skies. What I love most are the nights and the long twilight that stretches out past midnight. I do the majority of my running in late afternoon/early evening and most of my hiking/climbing late at night. There’s something about the twilight […]

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Another week, a lot more runs

Well, heck, another week’s gone by. Where did the time go? Oh, yeah, I was running for a good part of it (but not as much as I would have liked). First though, I have to say Happy Memorial Day to my father, a Korean War vet who died when I was six. I never […]

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I bonk, and I long to sit in a port-o-potty

My first 18-miler in over two years is in the bag (in the shoe?) and it was everything a long run should be: Challenging, glorious, tough, meditative, frustrating and joyful. I didn’t feel good when I began. I wasn’t sick; I just didn’t feel energized and excited, the way I usually feel before a run. […]

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More bears, and 25 miles

Well, it’s been quite the weekend. It started on Friday, when I stuffed my face with my homemade bean dip and half a bag of organic corn chips (organic = no guilt). I stayed up ridiculously late writing, and Saturday I popped up all excited. Because it was my Long Run Day. I don’t know […]

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