Ruminations on running the Bromont Ultra 100-mile trail race in Bromont, Quebec.
It’s 9:30 PM and there’s a drunken karaoke party going on upstairs – tortured strains of the worst possible vocal … More
An extra grain of salt and finding the joy of ultra Running for hours has the effect of stripping back … More
Humility & the steep end of the curve “I’m done.” Elise looked at me, eyebrow raised, and paused. “No you’re … More
Early on, the two lab-coated technicians seemed concerned. Not that I was in a great position to observe them: I … More
Trekking poles If you’ve read my race report then you’ll know that I discovered the amazing climbing advantage that trekking … More
Today my feet look almost normal. Since running the Fat Dog 70, they have been swollen and puffy like baby … More