Now that I’m running for fun as much as I am for anything else, I’m (re)discovering the joys of shorter distances. I’ve never been a 10-mile kinda guy, but the first Backyard Burn run of the quartet being held this Fall may change my mind. I had a superb time.
More to the point, as is almost always the point, at these sorts of events, the people were great. I mean, there was D back from the wars against evil; Bob too, and running also was the ever-lovely Kathleen, just off of a superb first half marathon. Amanda was out, spitting vinegar and ready to go despite a concerted effort to injure herself in almost every imaginable way (she quits running, again, down below). The family H was out serving as volunteers. And Mike came out for the sole purpose of doing a one man fireman’s carry of his wife back to the car. Yeah. It rocked.
Number 2 is this weekend. But first…some videos….
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.