The Long, Lazy Gallop

The days are passing by in randomly blissful succession. Outside, the temperatures are chilling, the light is fading, and the wind is blowing with a harder bite. We're nearing the harsh winter months. But not all is completely lost. The winter is a test. It proves whether or not we're good enough to thrive in …

Where The Run Comes From (A Poem)

My shoes will never hug me, And neither will the roads. I run for faceless confidants And feelings still unknown. My diet doesn't shake my hand, Medals do not rise and stand. My watch, it does not pay me, My iPod hardly sings. So where does all this courage come To dare to do great things? …

Mid-October Blues

Outside, the world is alive with reds and browns and vibrant yellows that look like fire against the backdrops of clear, setting suns. The insides of my mind are a different story. They look like scenes from Picasso's Blue Period. Eating and writing and stretching and getting out of bed in the morning; staying out …