Mist rises over the lake as the pre-dawn full moon catches wisps of fog. Birds begin their morning chatter as the eastern sky begins to glow orange, lighting the low peaks of the Pocono-mountain landscape. Dew covers the ground, bending … Continue reading
This October marks my tenth year as a runner. The me from 15 or 20 years ago would have found that absurd.
I think open-water swimmers have a dark core. Maybe it’s the unknown depths, the inky blackness of it. Maybe it’s the sense of aloneness in the water, that despite the safety boats, kayaks and lifeguards, you could still slip quietly … Continue reading