We are capable of much more than we think. Sometimes it’s better not to think. It’s two days before the…
It’s 9:30 PM and there’s a drunken karaoke party going on upstairs – tortured strains of the worst possible vocal…
Ruminations on running the Bromont Ultra 100-mile trail race in Bromont, Quebec.
An extra grain of salt and finding the joy of ultra Running for hours has the effect of stripping back…
Humility & the steep end of the curve “I’m done.” Elise looked at me, eyebrow raised, and paused. “No you’re…
Early on, the two lab-coated technicians seemed concerned. Not that I was in a great position to observe them: I…
Trekking poles If you’ve read my race report then you’ll know that I discovered the amazing climbing advantage that trekking…
Today my feet look almost normal. Since running the Fat Dog 70, they have been swollen and puffy like baby…
In each of the six Aprils that we have been in Toronto, it has snowed. For some, this might not…
This morning I ran 37k, having not eaten since dinner the night before. I’ve been gradually building on the lengths…
(This actually took place in late January, but it’s taken me this long to get it together enough to post)…
BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE 