I’m sitting here typing on Leadville Eve, just thinking about all the things I’ve learned and the ways I have grown by partaking in the sport known as trail running. I have learned what love is and what it means. Love isn’t a noun, it is a verb. Love is when you put time, effort […]Read More That Will Learn You
This weekend a friend of mine and I decided to hike the Mt. Charleston summit located in Las Vegas. It is approximately a 4000 foot climb that summits at 11,900 feet. It is an awe inspiring, leg wrecking, oxygen free run/hike. This trek is as good and as brutal as it gets here in […]Read More Not Naked but Very Afraid
In 1997 Richard Carlson’s, “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff and it’s all Small Stuff”, became a New York Times Bestseller. The book’s main idea is that we shouldn’t worry about all the small things in our lives and everything in our lives are small things. In principle I like the concept, but this book was […]Read More Small Things Make Me Sweat
As this blog is being posted I have started my fifth and final Laguna Hills Memorial Day Half Marathon. On this Memorial Day, your humble blogger has left the dirt, cactus, rattlesnakes and dry heat for the mean streets of Newport Beach, CA. I started running this race five years ago after seeing they would […]Read More The Why and How!
Recently I ran a trail marathon. 26.2 miles through the desert on winding single track, in the wind, while gaining a total of 2200 foot in elevation. It was awesome. Truth be told, I did have pretty significant soreness in that weird area right behind my knee where there doesn’t feel like anything […]Read More Being Nuts is Very Satisfying
I was listening to Neil Young’s “Hey Hey My My” the other day. In the first verse you hear the lyrics “It’s better to burn out than to fade away”. That got me thinking, which is normally an adverse experience for everyone, but I think this time it’s less negative. It made me think about […]Read More I Have Gas!
The day of this posting is Mother’s Day. Today we celebrate that nutty chick who would raise us, feed us (best lasagna ever), scold us, celebrate us and hopefully love us. Today I will celebrate mine (even with the compulsive lying problem, see the blog “I’ll put you in a home”). Not because she’s […]Read More The Old Woman Who Lived in a (Nike) Shoe