
Dreams of running
And I had believed so hard that I could stay away
I write essays about outdoor adventures, mid-life, mental health, the unquenchable thirst for meaning, and learning to love the little joys.
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And I had believed so hard that I could stay away

On reaching the bottom of the so-called “Happiness Curve”

Just so grateful I can move again

Here, I don’t need to strive toward beauty and awe. They find me.

Enjoying the view from the other side of injury

Paradise is a myth, but it’s good to be here

What we carry and what we leave behind

A message in a bottle, from a mountain nine years ago

What I learned over then past 144 days

Today I am not okay. It’s not about the injury, but it’s day 139

Retracing my last run. Injury day 135.

Father’s Day and Solstice. Injury day 128.