I am no stranger to running in the rain. The many times I've found myself buffeted like Rimbaud's boat along crests and troughs of mountain ridges -- alone where no doubt I should not have been. I have countless times, in places both remembered or nearly forgotten, found myself in the embrace of the cold … Continue reading Running in the Rain
My dog Dragon and I sat nestled by the woodstove on the couch one late fall evening on the week before the solstice, listening to a fresh access of wind that caught against the house a moment. I had put off (I would say we, but that would make Dragon equally culpable in my procrastination...) the day's run, … Continue reading the art of running in the rain
Climate Run 