RIDING THE WIND

(Flatirons in the mist at the base of Green Mountain.) Yesterday, Boulder was enveloped in a miasma of mist. After three weeks of nearly ex...

(There she is, nearly 3000' of vertical just waiting to be scaled.) Initially, I think a significant part of why running appealed to...

Well, to get the most cliche part of this post out of the way as quickly as possible, it is a new year and that is exciting. Since this i...

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...