Empty does not always mean that there is nothing to be seen.
Tarmac Meditations #103: On Not Running and Not Writing
Apparently I will do anything not to write including eating, reading the newspaper, cleaning the office …
Tarmac Meditations #102: Dreams
The absence of something is the generation of something new.
Tarmac Meditations #101: Get Lost, Get Found
I got lost yesterday. Not for the first time. Found the trail head eventually by staying on the trail, trusting my sense of direction, and, by having no real choice.
Tarmac Meditations #100: Higher and Better
It is a long way to the Jersey Shore from this desert “wash” but I know that some of the folks who ran Javelina this weekend will go home to ravaged communities and bring something of value to those who need it more now than maybe ever before.
Tarmac Meditations #99: Between Here and There
Throughout this year of ultras in all the places I have shot them I have been reminded of the sweep and dream of an America that I grew up with …
Tarmac Meditations #98: Headin’ South
Leavin’ on a jet plane…headin’ south, another weekend another 100…gonna be warmer than it was but it is still, as always, 100 miles, one mile at a time.
Running in Bamfield
Soft autumn early morning. People sitting at outdoor tables. Writing letters quickly, before the onrushing winter rain.
Tarmac Meditations #97: Another Day
The morning sky was filled with luminous stars…unusually bright and present. Maybe it seemed that way because I was running with the Road2Ruin runnin’ guys for the first time in awhile.
Tarmac Meditations #96: The Day After
Running had helped me to see, to seek the light, to see the shadows, to be more than a number on an age chart, a scale, a measuring tape …
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