Distance, good sir, is dirty.

I do not run. 

I do not care to run.

And I have been running for weeks now. 

 

If, say, two short months ago, you would have told me that I might be spending my mornings on a treadmill, or my weekends using mountains as an alternative to the stair climber, then I would have [insert appropriately violent terminology] you.

 Or perhaps just glared at you. In what would surely have been a studied impression of Maggie Smith's incredulous "look." You know the one. The one that freezes time on Downton Abbey.

But no. No, I would have lived to regret my actions. Why? Because quite honestly, a little running is the perfect excuse to PLAY IN THE MUD! Marine Mud Run, you were a beast. You made me dirty, but I made it through your 5K obstacle course and got this incredible photo opportunity out of it.

   
 Next: We do an Orbitz commerical. And make millions. Yes, yes, I do believe that will work.

Seven Summit Climbs

Let the title speak for itself. Seven mountains. Seven weeks. An experiment in natural endurance and dedication. A work in progress. With comparative images from by gone hikes.

Or an intense need to punish one's own calf muscles. Whichever you prefer.

 

Dragon's Tooth 2011

Dragon's Tooth 2012

Sharp Top 2011

Top Three Above: Sharp Top 2012

Tinker Cliffs 2012

Apple Orchard Falls 2012

Apple Orchard Falls 2012

Buzzard's Rock 2012