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Man Versus Winter
It’s been a wild few weeks in winter-land. Storms on a twice/week basis, snow drifts up to the chin, and temperatures often plummeting down below -30°. As someone who enjoys winter endurance sports, I’ve had a few weeks of self-reflection. Last week I read iRunFar’s article “When is it too cold to run?” which got…
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Drafts
The ebook version of Morning Rounds launched in September, a collection of poetry and stories from my adventures on foot. Since then, I’ve been working (slowly, painfully slowly) on getting it into print. Books on screens are convenient, but there’s something special about seeing your words take on physical form, giving them literal weight. My…
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Weightless
Watched a great adventure doc recently (thanks Semi-Rad for sharing), the story of friends Connor and Steve-O tackling a 14er in Colorado. One interesting way of listening to a story is to ask, “Who do I relate to?” or, “Who am I in this story?” Watching Weightless, I naturally related to Connor, the stereotypical “able-bodied…
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One True Sentence
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” Ernest Hemingway My quirky writing project, RunHaiku, hit 1000 little poems this week. Begun about 1500 days ago, on Oct 15, 2017, I’ve documented my (nearly) daily runs three lines at a time for over four years, minus…
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For Your Ears
I had the opportunity to chat with a few podcasts recently about the upcoming Longest Night Run. Have a listen! Inspired Soles Hosts Kim and Carolyn put a ton of care into their weekly shows, interviewing runners from across the spectrum of running styles and backgrounds. We reminisced about past races around Manitoba (like the…
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First Tracks in the Snow
The following is a poem from my new book, Morning Rounds. Is there somewhere you can find this book? Why, glad you asked! It’s available in digital form on Amazon and Gumroad, but you can find more details here. On quiet winter mornings, the whole town hesitates, waiting for someone else to make the first…
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The Prize of Simply Seeing
Some of my favourite moments growing up involved encounters with wildlife. I poured over wildlife books, watched vigilantly from the backseat on long drives, and learned to walk or sit quietly in forest or lakeside. Wildlife rewards the observant with rare sightings. Even today, I find no greater delight than coming home to the breakfast…
