RIDING THE WIND

Although the calendar may claim otherwise, winter has arrived. In the past I've been pretty vocal about my lack of love for the things w...

Today, Halloween 2009, my personal lifetime odometer flipped over to the 50,000 mile figure.  It took me 14 years, six months, and 19 days o...

Heading out the door this morning I wasn't really sure what I was going to run, only that I wanted to be out for a long time (four to si...

Lying in bed this morning I could already hear the rain falling outside my slightly open window. I have a bit of a head cold, so the sleepin...

(Boulder's mountain backdrop...missing Flagstaff and Sanitas to the north, however.) Driving into Boulder from the East, five peaks (wel...

Boulder is a city. Most of us live in cities. I'm finally becoming reaccustomed to doing so. Boulder, in many ways, however, is not a lo...

Well. The short of it, for those with better things to do than read about my failures: I roughly stuck to my pre-race plan of tritely Going ...

(Heading up Hagerman Pass into an impending storm, for the final time this summer. Photo: Rob O'dea Photography ) This morning, on the h...

(Mt. Belford on the left, Mt. Oxford on the right, as seen from the south.) . My running this past week was defined by a zipper. When one is...

Three years ago I did not yet really know what going running in the mountains all day was about. All I knew was that I'd been sufficient...

The high mountains share their craggy wares with the bipedal traveller begrudgingly. It seems their default is that of wintry chill, cutting...

This year's White River 50 was my first "real" ultra race in over a year. Although I ran the Dogwood Canyon 50K in Missourri l...