The Hangover

I felt the glow of a top finish and did a little jig.

Thankful

white and orange pumpkins on table

While the rest of America think of what comes next as Thanksgiving, I think of it as the final training week punctuated by a large meal on Thursday.

Simple Pleasures

So to have a day where the simple things line up after another for twenty-four hours of God-given enjoyment feels pretty amazing.

Peaking

It’s autumn, cross country season, two days since I hit my book deadline, and now the return of an old friend.

Orion

silhouette of trees during night time

It’s autumn, cross country season, two days since I hit my book deadline, and now the return of an old friend.

Mammoth Camp

The first year that everybody did every workout, every day.

Olympics: A Purist’s Thoughts On the Olympics, Cross Country, and Life

“You sound like an asshole. You know that, right?” Calene is never less than direct. It began as an easy enough conversation: I don’t think certain sports belong in the Olympics. I see the Games as the ultimate purist form of competition. A clear cut winner and a clear cut loser. That means track and […]

Stopwatch

We go through a lot, my stopwatch and I.

Summertime

Last week was the Olympic Trials in Eugene.

Seasons

There’s no practice because the season is over so I have these couple extra hours to fidget with a few messy pages