Ice, moss and meditations on impermanence with Connie Sobchak

My friends and I were running through the mossy woods, trending up towards the paraglide launch and catching up on each other’s lives when the incline allowed. In the back of my mind was an image: a spiral of moss captured in ice, seemingly lit from within. I had been wondering for days how I … Continue reading Ice, moss and meditations on impermanence with Connie Sobchak

Last

I’ve been thinking of being last. Not planning on it, just ending up in that position. There’s a trail run coming up in Whistler and I had considered entering until I really thought about the speedy, tough field of runners who would likely enter. I told my friends that  I was not ready to come … Continue reading Last