“Should we be worried about the wind?” There are probably a lot of things we should be worried about, BB. We do enough dumb shit. That running through the outer remnants of a hurricane seems like child’s play. Except also this route is definitely not child’s play. Basically, how this works, is Beautiful Beastie gets … Continue reading The DeFo Special
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Cove Mountain Struggle
“Que haces hoy? Trabajando?” That’s what the Mexican restaurant dude asked me. As he handed me my food. After glancing down at my feet. Nope. Como se dice I’m just gross. “Ok. You go have a nice day.” I should note that this was the same restaurant where, a few years ago, I confused and … Continue reading Cove Mountain Struggle
40 Acre Beast Route
“Are you in Rocky Mount?” Yeah. “Come pick me up.” Ok. Lemme see if I can find your house from here. -stop and reroute GPS- “I’m not at home. I’m at Sheetz.” -stop again and reroute GPS again- Ok. “The one in town. Not 220.” Fuck’s sake. Ok. -stop. again. and reroute GPS. again- Now. … Continue reading 40 Acre Beast Route
This Is Not My Birth Month Run
“Are your pants wet?” Yes, TB. Yes they are wet. That’s sweat. That’s what normal humans do when they’re forced to run in a sauna. Because I don’t know if y’all have been outside today. But the humidity level is hovering somewhere close to 100%. That’s basically swimming. There is no oxygen in 100% humid … Continue reading This Is Not My Birth Month Run
Cove Mountain Run
Sometimes I just get in a car with someone. And go wherever they take me. And do whatever they tell me to do. I’m very compliant. Yesterday, that involved getting in Beautiful Beastie’s car. And going to a place she called Cove Mountain. And running a bunch of miles. Which, normally, is challenge enough. But … Continue reading Cove Mountain Run
Mountain Brain Processing
The sounds that I’m making as I try to move right now. The sighing. And grunting. And whimpering. Like, I’m annoying the fuck out of myself right now. No wonder Bo didn’t want to walk with me this morning. As I hobbled into the house. From my 11 mile run with Rogue. He struggled up … Continue reading Mountain Brain Processing
Leg Torture Day
“Sunshine? Can you come out here for a minute?” That’s never a good sign. “Oh no. This is very good.” See, it was the way he emphasized very. That led me to actually believe him. So when he pointed to my shoeless car. And said I not only needed rear brake pads. But front break … Continue reading Leg Torture Day
A Little Late For The Barkley
“Are y’all ok?” No. The earth is on fire and we have the meanest friends ever. “I’m just sitting here and I’m hot. Y’all must be dying.” Iced coffee. Give me iced coffee. Please. So, a few weeks back, Rogue mentioned visiting Frozen Head State Park to run some of the Barkley Marathons trails. And … Continue reading A Little Late For The Barkley
Perfect Trail Day
Sometimes the only reason I shave my legs is to make sure I’ve scraped all the dirt off. Today was one of those days. I woke up at 1:45. In the morning. To a notification that the newest episode of The GJBeat had been uploaded. So I hit play. Because I need to check his … Continue reading Perfect Trail Day
Arm Day Number Four
I just woke up. Covered in a fairly thick layer of grime and dried sweat. And I can’t move. I didn’t shower when I got up yesterday. In anticipation of my evening plans. Despite my reservations. And some folks’ taunting. I showed up for Arm Day at PlayFITStayFIT yesterday. At around 4:55. Thought I walked … Continue reading Arm Day Number Four
