About three weeks ago I did the make-up ICY8 (and 8-hour race scheduled for Feb) and then transitioned into the 24-hour Adventure Trail Run down in Prince William Park. I had to jet off to Houston early Sunday morning so I stopped at c. 10 hrs and went home. It was a nice time for sure, although I can tell I’ve been pushing the knee a little hard.
I took some time off, and am back with semi-daily runs. In a couple of weeks I’ll be crewing Chelle as she makes her next solo attempt at Tom’s Run. The remainder of my summer runs are off the table, as I focus on: a) moving, b) not getting injured, and c) getting trained-up for the 100 attempt in October.
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.