Sunset

Thanks to all of you for getting me through the last few years.  You’re part of my family now, and I love you all. Jamie Hensley, you are a great friend and I miss you. Julie Bickford, you are my soulmate and vegan friend.  I’m so happy for you! Brixey, I’ll always have a school…

Aside

Today has been one of those strange days that I cannot fully put into words.  I feel it.  That’s it.     Don’t break me.

Tuesday.

Sometimes you’re the bug…sometimes you’re the windshield. Sometimes you get in touch with your emo side and watch Framing Hanley videos all day. Today is that day.

Shut Up Legs.

Racing hurts. Racing ‘cross in May hurts really bad. I have been busting my ass since January, and it still hurts…and I actually still suck.  It’s all good.  This is going to click for me…eventually.  I raced.  I suffered.  I heckled.  This is my life.  This is what makes me tick.  This is what it’s all…

Little Mountain Town

Over a decade ago, I took a job at Sugar Mountain in Banner Elk, NC.  I was living in Johnson City at the time, but wanted to explore snowboarding on the regular and give myself another excuse to skip class.  I wasn’t really feeling college at the time, and my friend Nikki and I made…

All the Go Inbetweens

I sat on the patio sipping my coffee.  The bike rack filled up quickly.  The sights and sounds of people heading out on their Sunday adventures filled the air.  I put my feet up, my sunglasses down, and I took it all in.  The sun peeked through the clouds and rested on my knee.  My heart…

The Seed

Apparently Facebook changed its format, yet again, and I ran across a few “notes” I wrote 3 years ago this week.  It’s amazing to read them now and see where we ended up.  I’m OK.  We’re all OK.  Things are OK. It’s OK. ************************************************************* Sunday, May 10, 2010 at 2:15am  I don’t blog.  I make…

No Tears

You know it’s going to be hard.  You know it’s going to hurt.  You most definitely know you will be in solitude.  In spite of your fears, you press on, and pretend you’re not scared of how bad it’s gonna hurt.  You don’t let anyone see how scared you are, ever.  That’s rule #1 of…

Mayday

Instead of being sad, I choose to be happy. Instead of dwelling in the past,  I choose to delight in the present. Instead of feeling guilty,  I choose to accept things as they are. Instead of shutting people out, I choose to surround myself. I will not use the day to shed tears and linger in…

Pisgah Death March, Version 2.0

If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you’ll recall the original Pisgah Death March was my tearful and lonely Monster Cross journey last September.  Version 2.0 was a death march of a different sort, and not so much in the heart of Pisgah, but rather a small snippet of “baby Pisgah”.  My first…