feet in two worlds
I went south, only to find out that the Bear Republic still has its claws in me.
I went south, only to find out that the Bear Republic still has its claws in me.
I got to spend 10 days visiting a place that helps make up my definition of "home." Here were the best parts.
Training and racing show measurable progress not evident in other areas of my life.
Wide open meadows and the smell of pine were a welcome change from my usual coastal Sundays.
After a less-than satisfying performance last month, I had a bone to pick with 20k of flat, fast pavement.
Lately, it’s been all about the brunch. Two weekends ago (on the heels of a work trip to New Jersey) I took a short jaunt over to New York to partake of the hipper-than-thou world…