Camping in November

It’s been quiet here at arahbahn.com. Almost as quiet as it was at the above campground, last Saturday night! My writing has not been flowing but the activity has been real. Up soon: a post of my recent exploration with mudras. What have I been up to? Camp -and see Cooper- every month We’re up to…

2016: A Two-Race Year

The snow isn’t flying and the running is fun for me right now. And yet, now seems as good a time as any for a “year in review” for my running. The one race I have left, I’ve been advised not to run. This is why this post is full of photos of produce: I…

Afton Trail Run 2016: A Booted Paparazza

This blog isn’t just about running. Lately it’s not about much at all: sorry for the silence! I’m handling a stress reaction/fracture in my foot. This means: wearing a big plastic boot, most of the time, which also means: not running. Since May 21! Not walking much, either. But I’ve gotten the go-ahead to do…

Superior 25k Trail Race: Some kind of epic

Why do we do this? This was a question asked around the living room, on the eve of our event. The  next morning at 8 o’clock, we’d be toeing the starting line at the Superior Spring 25k Trail Race (SS25k), up along the rugged Superior Hiking Trail, north of Duluth. The answers were none too surprising, as…

Tuna Run Tuna Done

Truth: a 200-mile relay is a fun weekend with some (a lot of) running in it. It’s not a running weekend with some fun in it. It’s an adventure, not a race. It can feel like a test but is really more of a lesson – a lesson spiced with laughter and exhaustion. Often, it’s a few lessons:…

A van pulls over near you in the middle of the night

When else is a van in the dark a good thing?* It’s fun to reminisce with friends from afar who have also competed in a 200-mile relay. My not-too-surprising main takeaway from this year’s experience running in Ragnar Relay Great River: prioritize rest/sleep. Maybe even above showering; certainly above food. Because: hot, hot summer. The van…

Beastly

Things that ran through my head, in the minutes and hours after I finished Grandma’s Marathon, my second marathon, yesterday afternoon: Holy cow, that long straightaway approaching the finish line just seemed to get longer and longer, like it was a hall of mirrors. I was so, so happy to cross that finish line! After discovering…