Monthly Archives: June 2016

tutu is the loneliest number

there are three absolute truths in running: lawn gnomes can’t be trusted during night runs. the deluxe combo enchilada platter at El Sol is not the best carbo loading meal. never try to outkick a chick wearing a tutu. and yet, … Continue reading

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the closest i ever came to the Western States 100 was fetching beers for an old russian guy in a hostel at squaw valley. i was taking part in a stage race from reno to san francisco. there were several … Continue reading

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just another e.r.

i’m sitting in the emergency room. it’s about 1 a.m., and i can only think about one thing: am i going to get out of here in time for the race? i’d been deathly sick for a week, but talked mo … Continue reading

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