My relationship with Running is trendy- on fleek, as some may say. No, it’s not trendy because cardio is all the rage or because #freefitness is better than paying a C-note for a gym membership. My relationship with Running is like a Tinder relationship. Sometimes Running and I both swipe right on each other. The romance is whirlwind- fast, long, and sweaty. Sometimes though, I swipe left on Running. Sure, it’s fun profile pictures of dirt trails, mountains, and waterfr

It was dark. The digital clock on my dashboard read 5:05. The time was 5:07. That clock always loses two minutes for some reason. Dave Mattingly’s deep, velvety voice permeated the darkness. He was reporting on NPR about the alleged Chelsea bomber. I was cruising north on I-83 and my mind was wandering. Tuesday when I went to the Post Office, I crossed paths with six toddlers and their babysitter walking to a playground. Following behind them, I shortened my stride. It

Things aren't always as they seem. And that's okay. The Google reviews gave Delaware Seashore State Park 4.0/5.0 stars. That was good enough for me to book a campsite at the park for Friday and Saturday nights. Despite spending much of the past five years here in the Mid-Atlantic, I haven't had much occasion to wander to the Eastern Shore. The over-crowded, over-sugared, and kitschy scene in Ocean City has never lured me to the beaches. But, the forecast was conceived for

Psst. PSSSST! Come closer. A little closer. Good. I'm going to let you in on a little secret- a real secret, like only my parents, Jordan, and Jordan's parents knew. Today, I competed in my first triathlon. I wish I was proudly boasting about completing an Ironman or even a Half Ironman, but I'm not. No, this was a little, neighborhood sprint tri in Mount Airy, MD. For years I have talked about wanting to compete in a triathlon. But, with marathon training, or scho

Lakes of the Clouds Hut and Mount Washington from the Crawford Path, Labor Day Weekend 2015 After last Labor Day Weekend's romp in the Whites, a return visit was a no-brainer. This year, we decided to take-on another one of "America's Hardest Day Hikes"- the Pemi Loop. The loop name is an abbreviations of Pemigewasset Wilderness. To spare our screaming quads and aching knees, we broke the trip into three days and two nights. For good measure, we added an extra 15-miles of