squall
as the door clicked shutmy headlamp broadcast a stark beamslicing a path through the winter dark as I took my first stepsmy watch reached skyward for a signaltracking my pace across the icy walks as I started to runmy face caught the sudden rush of windsensing the winter air stirring…
Single Track Somebody
Sunday Runday. Still locked into my solo routine from an abundance of pandemic lockdown caution, I veered from my planned course yesterday. I left the house thinking of a simple suburban streets run, my typical get-er-done route. Instead, I turned ninety-degrees at the trail access, and trotted into the river…
I Would Do Anything for Run (But I Won’t Do That)
Sunday. Run Day. It’s lonely out there on the trails these days. I laced up and logged a quick eight klick run through the locals this morning. The snowy paths were worn down with thousands of footprints. The crisp air was calm but dry. Stragglers from another universe were out…