Carrboro to Pittsboro

After barely one mile, my left knee started to buckle. Blame it on a tight IT band, the 6 hours of yard work I did the day before, or last September’s shoddy surgery meant to get me running again (it didn’t). Whatever the case, all I could think about was failure. I freaked out, a hitch in each step. I wasn’t as concerned about turning around and limping home as I was about the big picture. What if my knee says no? Merely glancing at this prospect devastates me. I stopped on a wide and shady shoulder to reassess. In my…

My New Everest

PRE-WALK, BLOG #1 I’ve got big dreams. Big goals. Always have. Probably goes back to when I was a kid and found my dad’s do-before-I die list. I don’t remember what it said exactly, but as soon as I read it I wrote one of my own. At 8 years old I hoped to one day run a marathon, ride a horse in the Mongolia steppe, and trek through the Sahara. Dunzo. I also thought I’d climb Mt. Everest. The older I get, and the more controversial that mountain becomes, the less likely this is going to happen. I’m OK…

A Day of Feeds

Doing feeds at Farm Sanctuary got me in shape. No doubt. My housemate told me that once during a feeds shift she wore a pedometer and clocked her mileage at 12 miles. I typically did feeds five days/week, logging me more walking miles than I typically ran when training for an ultra. Needless to say, I slept well. On my last day there I lugged along my camera. Got about half way through before my battery died, so I missed a few barns (namely, the cattle). But you get the idea.