Run Journal

How we are Connected

How we are Connected

Brett Farrell     We step outside to an eerie warm glow and ash falling from the sky.   The ash travels over 30 miles from a burning forest to...

How we are Connected

Brett Farrell     We step outside to an eerie warm glow and ash falling from the sky.   The ash travels over 30 miles from a burning forest to...

SUNSETS AND SUNRISES

SUNSETS AND SUNRISES

(Jobie Williams) - Zoë Rom -   Grace, Gratitude and Sunsets I love being surprised by sunsets. I was bundled up in layers of fleece and flannel, pressing my bare feet into cooling, exposed granite high in an alpine cirque in Montana. A sudden glow cast against the shiny flecksof mica in the rock caught my attention, directing it skyward to an unexpected display  - billowy clouds colliding with brilliant red light and each other to form a dramatic, whirling landscape. Reds, oranges and pinks elbowed each other and shifted from one hue to another, reflecting the sun’s luminous denouement on glowing alpine granite. My breath caught in my throat, and I crouched frozen, arrested by the vista’ commanding beauty. I was afraid to look away for fear that I would miss some intricate interplay of light and cloud and that the moment would vanish and be gone, though that is the very nature of sunsets. They’re ephemeral, fleeting. Captivating in one moment and vanished in a flash of light, cloud and rock in another.   Though it’s something that happens everyday, I’m constantly caught off guard...

SUNSETS AND SUNRISES

(Jobie Williams) - Zoë Rom -   Grace, Gratitude and Sunsets I love being surprised by sunsets. I was bundled up in layers of fleece and flannel, pressing my bare feet into cooling, exposed granite high in an alpine cirque in Montana. A sudden glow cast against the shiny flecksof mica in the rock caught my attention, directing it skyward to an unexpected display  - billowy clouds colliding with brilliant red light and each other to form a dramatic, whirling landscape. Reds, oranges and pinks elbowed each other and shifted from one hue to another, reflecting the sun’s luminous denouement on glowing alpine granite. My breath caught in my throat, and I crouched frozen, arrested by the vista’ commanding beauty. I was afraid to look away for fear that I would miss some intricate interplay of light and cloud and that the moment would vanish and be gone, though that is the very nature of sunsets. They’re ephemeral, fleeting. Captivating in one moment and vanished in a flash of light, cloud and rock in another.   Though it’s something that happens everyday, I’m constantly caught off guard...

Guangzhou and the Art of Pacing

Guangzhou and the Art of Pacing

 By Brett Farrell   As I walked out of the airport into the humid air of Guangzhou, I felt the buzz from entering a completely foreign place and the realization that...

Guangzhou and the Art of Pacing

 By Brett Farrell   As I walked out of the airport into the humid air of Guangzhou, I felt the buzz from entering a completely foreign place and the realization that...

THE TOUR

THE TOUR

 A Fastpackers Guide to the Tour du Mont Blanc “The only predator that lives in the Alps is VERT.” It’s true, there are no bears, no lions, no venomous snakes...

THE TOUR

 A Fastpackers Guide to the Tour du Mont Blanc “The only predator that lives in the Alps is VERT.” It’s true, there are no bears, no lions, no venomous snakes...

Bravery and Vulnerability

Bravery and Vulnerability

By Zoë Rom   At a bar the other day, a friend introduced me as their "bad-ass runner friend". "She runs marathons in the mountains!" This caught me off guard....

Bravery and Vulnerability

By Zoë Rom   At a bar the other day, a friend introduced me as their "bad-ass runner friend". "She runs marathons in the mountains!" This caught me off guard....

A Dancing in the Eyes

A Dancing in the Eyes

 By Willie McBride I remember countless times laying on my bed as a kid in middle school, gazing up at a poster on the wall of a rope-less Alex Lowe...

A Dancing in the Eyes

 By Willie McBride I remember countless times laying on my bed as a kid in middle school, gazing up at a poster on the wall of a rope-less Alex Lowe...