Sometimes things aren’t the way they ought to be. I ought to have had a more enjoyable time on Saturday. I ought to have been better at managing my pace. I ought to have not felt like I wanted to throw-up for 12 miles. Instead, I spent an ungodly amount of time not having fun.
But…sometimes that’s just how things are.
I got 20 miles in on a pretty nice course. There was mud, but not really as much as I’d hoped/expected. As always the people were great, the volunteers extraordinary, and the scenery quite pleasant.
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.