Stars & Lightning
We exist of the oldest molecules but also for the briefest of moments. We are stars and we are lightning, both of which look different at noon and midnight.
The Slow and the Fast
Slow. I yell it, please slower. The fear is an amoeba sitting on my chest, coating my hands and tongue.
Fast. My descent feels so swift past all the moves I just made, zipping by all the places I thought I couldn’t go higher.
Three Things for Three Days
These are the goals for the next three days of trail running fifty-ish miles in the Colorado Rockies.