Thunder Road

  A long time ago I stopped a man from raping me by screaming at him so violently that I scared him. He had a loaded gun but I scared him. I watched him chamber a round. He held me down so hard the police took photos of the bruises on my biceps when it…

Dead Man’s Curve

Midweek run in the blackness. So still and clear you’d never guess a hurricane was coming. Bronco tried to run me down. Forced me off the road and into a field. Taillights mean and mocking. Two figures crossed my path half a block away, tethered to smaller creatures. All four glided past, gauzy under the…

Holiday Road

Labor Day. Second run of the season. Around the neighborhood. This is what I found: 26 cents and a nub of blue sidewalk chalk. This is a clear indicator that the spirit folk in my neighborhood are in need of some structure. Some direction. And they were willing to pay me for my time but…

Copperhead Road

It’s not every running season that starts with a snake encounter. I say starts because I start again in September after taking a break for the month of August. Since September 1st fell on a Saturday I made the first run of the season a trail run. Just a short one but long enough to…

Running In The River Not Running

I just remembered I did not post a Work Release post for June. I’ll just have to let it go. Not that I haven’t been working, of course. I’ll give you instead some things I’ve been working on this week. This is part of a mural near the farmer’s market in Mercyburg. I remember when…

Today’s Wellness Brought To You By The Number Eight

I go on and on about how wellness is work. It doesn’t just happen. We have to work at it. And we’re never done. We never arrive at wellness. We practice it, or more to the point, we practice its maintenance. This morning’s work was not a run. The work was getting myself out the…

Making It Up To Me

May is the month I make the switch from evening runs to early morning runs. Mercyburg bakes, steams, and fries all my tender tissues from June to October. Running in the morning is my primary method of management. Last week I made my only self-portraits attempts immediately after my morning runs, while my light-up armbands…

This Frag Has Been Offered Severance

I’m very close to the end of the surplus frags, y’all. I’ve got one more after this and then you’ll be lucky to see more than one per week. It required perseverance to get through them all. No, that feels like a lie. I like the word by definition but my brain hears the severe…

This Again

I’m trying to remember how long it’s been since I ran a 5k race. Two years? Three years? I covered the distance with my neighbor a week ago but I haven’t run a bonafide race in years; two or three now. I think it’s three years. Well, it was three years. Now it’s two hours…

None Of The Guys

A neighbor invited The Chef and I to run with him yesterday. An easy 5k around the neighborhood. We’ve never run together before, the three of us. It was warm enough to wear shorts and sweat. We kept a conversational pace; only checked watches for distance measurements rather than time. The neighbor is working toward…

Penny The Prompter

I went for a run last night. I found a wrench and a penny from 1995. I decided to leave the wrench where I found it, right outside a dwelling near the driveway. It was an open-ended wrench and well used. Rosie the Riveter died on Saturday. I don’t want the surviving generations of Rosies…

Dead of Winter Woo

I believe I mentioned that I lost my early morning gym partner to injury first and then scheduling, so I’m back my roots for a while; running and yoga. Less time in the gym means more time on the road, weather permitting. Long-time readers of mine have heard it many times. Other than a prohibitive…