The First Annual Silverton Double Dirty 30

I sat in my car, watching it snow, as I chatted with my friend Dale, world renowned weather nerd. I was trying to get a feel for just how bad it was going to be. “Not great but improving” was about as good a forecast as we could come up with–Dale...
Switzerland and Italy – Part Due

Switzerland and Italy – Part Due

It was fitting that the one day it rained, my friend Linda left to head back to reality.  It wasn’t fun to bid her farewell, but she had a family to be with and I had mountains to climb. It was equally good timing with my trip. A forced rest day between...
Switzerland and Italy – Part Uno

Switzerland and Italy – Part Uno

I can’t say I’m a big fan of math, but I’ve found it helps pass the time when running a long distance.  Trying to figure out my average pace (without looking at the GPS), how long it will take me to reach the finish line or the next aid station, by...
A Crusty Butt Weekend

A Crusty Butt Weekend

“Don’t worry, I’ll make solid steps.” It wasn’t exactly the solidity of the steps that worried me. It was the fact that the width of the snow onto which we were stepping was more narrow than my feet. The fact that I have pretty big feet...
Zion Not Zion

Zion Not Zion

“I’m just here to see what it takes,” he says, the look of disbelief spilling into the tone of his voice. I’ve completed four one hundred mile races and I’m still not sure how to answer that statement.  What does it take? It takes friends. That I have learned....