A few months ago, the editor of a major running magazine spent a long time interviewing me for an article about addiction in running. I poured my heart out, but never saw it published.
So I battled back and forth for awhile, torn between letting the story go, if I wanted to go there, yada yada, until I finally just said …ya know what? Screw it…. nobody can tell my thoughts better than me…. So here we go. Prepare yourselves.
You can’t break away from it.
That thirst–that insatiable wretched beautiful thirst–it calls to you like a siren.
Okay… if you google “The Day of Reckoning” you get this…
The Day of Reckoning:
“A time when one’s past mistakes or misdeeds catch up with one.”
“A day at the end of time following armageddon when God will decree the fates of all individual human.”
…annnd this post has absolutely nothing to do with any of that…Now you know.
So not too long ago, Jimmy Dean Freeman asked me to join him on another synchronized blogging topic: Freedom to Confront Your Past.
Numb. Numb and crushed. With a dash of accepted complacency.
A mere twenty miles around the lake on the trail was the seemingly pointless goal of the day. But fifteen in, I suddenly found myself at a crossroads: Continue reading
I have had the worst luck ever while trying to blog lately. I don’t know why, but every time I try to get a thought onto the comp I get stuck and end up drafting it. I have a lot of drafts.. but that does nobody any amount of good. Continue reading
In early 2011, in the peak of some very heavy training, I ripped a piece off of my favorite training bandanna and tied it to my wrist.
Okay. Why?
Just thinking ’bout some crap I gotta do this year.
