Monthly Archives: February 2015

he was old in years beyond his time, no thanks to the world and the white port wine

It strikes me that one is unlikely to gain the lofty status of wine snob when drinking out of a brown paper bag and a sock monkey.

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what’s half a kilo among friends?

I’m toodling along in the forest. Yes, I toodle when I run. Don’t judge. It’s a small race in a lovely park. Pine trees everywhere. Super muddy singletrack, a little grass, a few jeep roads. Perfect course. Sunny day. Warm. … Continue reading

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the quotable mo sheppo, part 6

Mo, on a too-long shift of driving down an endless stretch of highway at night as we come home from the race: “Wow. Look at that moon! It’s amazing! Oh, never mind. It’s just a Shell service station.” We switched … Continue reading

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i win

It all seemed so simple. I needed a 10-mile race for the wlmtp. Gumbo has a new baby. They’re both in Houston. Done and done. It’s 80 bucks for 10 miles. If my Jenster math is correct, that’s $37.50 per … Continue reading

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life is pain. anyone who says differently is selling something

“Who am I? Why am I here?” — James Stockdale I recently turned up in fine form on a running forum I once frequented, except it wasn’t me. Actually, it was way better. Which made me wonder. Who am I? … Continue reading

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