Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Western States... oops. [UPDATE: Maybe not!]

Congrats to everyone who finished the 2010 run!

Amidst all the Western States hoopla last weekend, I realized I missed the deadline to enter the 2011 lottery.  Heartland gave me a qualifying run.  Bummer.  A finish at Mother Road in November will also qualify me, but I'm batting .500 on finishing 100 mile runs.  Nothing is guaranteed.  Too bad I missed a shot at getting in next year.

UPDATE:  Shout out and thanks to Larry, who pointed out the error in my reading of the rules. (And I'm a lawyer, dammit!)  Apparently, the lottery for 2011 opens October 23, 2010.  And Heartland does qualify me, since I ran the race on October 10, 2009 (the qualifying period is October 1, 2009 through November 6, 2010.) Woo-hoo!

Wednesday, June 09, 2010


Over the past decade, some folks have said that I am addicted to exercise.  I smile at the joke, but it is probably more true than I realize.  The realization hit home recently as I was reading an article in Outside Magazine written by Matt Samet, in which the former world-class climber detailed his decent into prescription drug abuse.  The final three paragraphs resonated with me:
You've read this far and can now stand in disapprobation: Here's a guy with a certain talent who pissed it away.  Pathetic, no self control, a real American wastrel.  And you wouldn't be wrong.  But here's another secret.  If you're an outdoor athlete and good at it, you're probably like I once was: a selfish, self-involved son of a bitch.  It's always more, more, more and me, me, me, and I was no different.  I wanted to be the best.  I wanted to do the hardest... routes, to be the boldest....

Why? Why not?  I was addicted to climbing... and when that wasn't enough, I became addicted to drugs.

Maybe you see some of my method in your own madness.  And perhaps your obsessions are "healthy": wheatgrass, long runs, body sculpting, rock climbing.  That's great.  But I tell you know, absent your passions you will feel the sharp scrape of withdrawal -- just like any fixless junkie bug-eyed in a January alley.  Reality can be reduced to chemical reactions, our body craving the release of GABA, oxytocins, endorphins, serotonin, dopamine.  It doesn't care about their provenance.  It just doesn't.  Cut off the source -- any source -- and you will pay.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Happy Anniversary, Nell

Seven years of love, excitement, ups, downs, highs, lows, and sharing.  I wouldn't trade a single day.  I love you.


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