In the Olympic National Forest, I awoke at dawn before my campmates to sneak in a run along the Hoh River. Cool air lay heavy and damp and thick upon the forest. The light was dim, but growing with every passing minute. I was minding my own breath with each stride on the soft trail […]Read More A Brief Encounter
I slept in. I woke up slowly, nothing really to look forward to on yet another empty day. I made my ritual coffee, read a few pages in the latest existentialist-fueled book, and probably cleaned my room or something mundane to preoccupy my bored mind. The weather had been awfully rainy, but everyone knew that […]Read More “It’s a good day to be alive.” A Mauna Kea Run.
I know what happens to me when I stop running. I know all too well. Depression. I don’t feel like doing anything. The thought of doing anything even slightly causes anxiety. But when I’m running, the threatening harsh world is smoothed over and doesn’t seem so scary anymore. It becomes inviting. I feel up to […]Read More Wednesday’s Training PT I: The Socratic Method
it was the first time in many moons where I found myself running along side what I guess you could call a gang of runners.Read More Wednesday: We Run On
I sunk into sleep just past midnight after enduring the last attempts at cohesively writing about Barhma and spirituality. Sleep took me quickly. My alarm rang out in what felt like only moments after. I did not want to get up. It was cold, and I was mighty snug and comfortable under the sheets. The […]Read More Saturday: A little Dense on the Running