As many of you know, I had what is now being referred to, even in the remotest aboriginal settlements in the South Pacific, as The Worst Run Ever in mid-December. Some many miles into a many more miles-long trail run, my left leg simply decided that after ten months of nonstop running in less than ideal circumstances, it was simply done with all that foolishness, and refused to take any weight. On the long walk/hobble home I had plenty of time to think about all of this, and I decided that there was simply no way I was going to be ready in February for my first 100.
So…I took a little time off of my feet, and then began slowly reintroducing myself to the trail. Things are still a little slow going, but looking up.
I’m currently talking with Chelle about doing a repeat of the Tom’s Run in early June, with her doing the first 100 and me the second. It would be a wonderful way to do my first hundred. More later on that, I hope.
In the meantime, I should be back with some regularity now.
Thanks, all, for your continued support.
For many years now I've left a trail of flecks across the Internet. Just begun novels; explorations of culture, music, writing, food, the future, mountains, long distances, shallow oceans, deep canyons, oddly-composed music, even more oddly-constructed poetry, impassioned editorials, strident analysis, and a slew of images, sounds, and scribbles. Most of this has passed into the aether, waiting only for some semi-sentient algorithm to pull it from obscurity twenty years hence. In the meantime, there is this lodestone, gathering what it can.