Day 15: 23 Jan, 47.8 miles today, 769.3 miles total, Reserve, LA So tired, and we didn’t even do 50 today. I feel like this is the curse of zero days: the first day back… Read More »My half-assed, unedited, and poorly thought-out bike diary, part 3
Day 8: 16 Jan, 32.1 miles today, 432.7 miles total, Crestview, FL The wind. Good god, the wind. We slept behind the firehouse in DeFuniak Springs, eschewing the tent in favor of the cement pad… Read More »My half-assed, unedited, and poorly thought-out bike diary, part 2
Day 0: 8 Jan, 0.0 miles today, 0.0 miles total, St. Augustine, FL Met one of Sean Meadow’s college friends and her boyfriend at a restaurant w/ outdoor seating. This is the second time I’ve… Read More »My half-assed, unedited, and poorly thought-out bike diary, part 1
Sean Meadow and I sifted through the fees hidden by a series of generic discount airlines before finally accepting the fact that the price for a round-trip flight to Mexico City would be roughly the… Read More »12 Grapes: thoughts from New Year’s in Mexico City during the Age of Omicron
I started my hike of the Benton MacKaye Trail from Springer Mountain on beautifully warm and sunny morning in mid-November. The mile up the mountain on the AT to the Southern Terminus passed easily and… Read More »White Diamonds: failure on the Benton MacKaye Trail, part 2
We were halfway through the Antarctic winter when the news came down that Covid restrictions were easing in New Zealand, and that, if we wanted to, we would be able to stay there as long… Read More »White Diamonds: failure on the Benton Mackaye Trail, part 1
I thought about smoking all the time. All. The. Time. It was somewhere in my mind, often lurking in the background, but more often demanding attention away from whatever I trying to focus on. I… Read More »Ashes in Your Mouth, part 3
It started as an impulse purchase at a convenience store or a liquor store or somewhere else people where people go to exchange money for questionable life choices. I’d been aware of vaping only as… Read More »Ashes in Your Mouth, part 2
The idea was simple and convoluted in equal measure. At the age of 19, some seven years after my babysitter had bummed me my first cigarette and a year after I had celebrated the freedom… Read More »Ashes in Your Mouth, part 1
I don’t think I need to explain the various ways in which events both globally and personally historic conspired to fuck up my plans to hike the Continental Divide Trail in 2020. I’ll say only… Read More »How to Gain 15lbs While Training to Run a Marathon in 10 Easy Steps