Running
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An essay from a 2018 writing workshop, all the way back when I was a student at Ohio State These shoes are bright red. Or salmon. Or fire-orange. Whichever color you see, they’ve got a carbon-fiber plate between the sock-like upper and the sole made of foam originally used in military aircraft, with the unmistakable
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A previously unpublished essay about how I found running – it feels a bit dated reading over it again now, so I figured I’d might as well publish it here. I think that people assume that I like running because it doesn’t hurt when I do it. They’re wrong – it almost always hurts. Sometimes
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A blog post I wrote originally for ridgeruners.com, republished here In what already feels like another lifetime, I was once a very serious nonfiction writer. This was, much like ultrarunning, something I learned to do to process and understand a childhood in an abusive home, cyclical Appalachian poverty, and why everybody in my kindergarten class called me the little
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