Well. The short of it, for those with better things to do than read about my failures: I roughly stuck to my pre-race plan of tritely Going Big Or Going Home and I came down on the rather more tarnished, grimy side of that coin-flip…

(Heading up Hagerman Pass into an impending storm, for the final time this summer. Photo: Rob O’dea Photography) This morning, on the heavily traveled Boulder Creek Path, a person called out to me, “Dude, you need to eat more!” I was mostly happy to get…

(Mt. Belford on the left, Mt. Oxford on the right, as seen from the south.) . My running this past week was defined by a zipper. When one is forcing existence out to the edge of its usual parameters, usually insignificant details are brought sharply…

Three years ago I did not yet really know what going running in the mountains all day was about. All I knew was that I’d been sufficiently cajoled into giving the Leadville 100 a shot, so I’d better go see what I was considering getting…