Travelling Bimbler: Crowder’s Mountain State Park - Charlotte, NC

I figure since I have to travel, I might as well see some sights. I don’t usually opt for the “cultural” sights of the city, but the more challenging, geographic kinds. This trip I venture outside of Charlotte, NC and head to Crowder’s Mountain State Park. Read more

Daddy Blog: Logistics of a Run

I’m here to come clean. Sometimes, I feel guilty for not running with the pack. I also sometimes (more these days) feel guilty for not being at home with little Boris and Natasha as well. It is often very difficult to prioritize family and personal and work all at the same time. So difficult, in fact, that I often suffer from the dreaded “Analysis Paralysis” (which I’ve learned does not have to do with incapacitating oneself from the wrong end).

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Go west young man! Don’t trust anyone over thirty?

OK, so Horace Greeley and Jerry Rubin uttered these now famous words long before I did, but it still applies. It struck me this past weekend there there are two momentous “rights of passage” taking place in the local Bimbler community. One of our Bimblers, the archetype for all other Bimblers, is on the verge, while the other, one of our younger Bimblers, has stepped over the threshold. Read more

Spider Webs & Inches

Running through arching

trees with scissors and good friends.

Beautiful woodlands.

 

by Iggy

The Heel of Achilles

My favorite Greek Hero,  Achilles’s only vulnerable spot was his heel by which his mother, Tethis, held him when she dipped him as as infant into the magical river Styx.  Judging by everything that hurts my body these days, I feel that when it was mother’s turn to dip me in the Styx, she opted to have me dry cleaned.

Today was the first time ever that I put my gear on and talked myself out of a run.  Some hero! Some heel!

 

Toast

Good morning Ellie!
Quenching wet bark, moss and leaves.
Carpets of blossoms.

Iggy

Woodland Rainfall

Rain showers, rhythm,
heart, blood and altitude talk.
Quiet dark trail run.

Iggy

Zinnias

The Old Man of West
Woods has sharp teeth. He lives near
a magical crevice.

Iggy

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