Sediment the Blog
An exploration on life and living
Tidings of Community and Joy
We all met together for a trail run, then gathered for a presentation from Nike Pro Athlete and world-class trail runner Rachel Drake. What an honor to share a trail with her tonight.
Kick it In
I wish I could wrap her up in a tight hug and tell her how deeply proud I am of her. That her running is enough. And that she’s enough with or without it.
I Feel So ALIVE
I used to say that the first month of running every day is miserable. The second month is neutral. And by the third month, you finally start to understand why people do it.
Living Landscapes
As I maneuver around boulders and up and down hills, I move as water. I move as rock. I flow, alive.
Where You Lead, I Will Follow
Sometimes it’s fun to put 14-year-old me back in the driver’s seat.
Welcome to WOW
Eventually, my inner demons started to look stupid. I found myself believing that I could do more. And now I am! I’m doing it! I’m returning to running! I’m returning home.
Sunday Frolic
I had come up to meet with the mountain, and the mountain came to meet with me in return. I was my whole self again.
The Last of the Wildflowers
I love this earth so much. I love the gift it is to move throughout the world with so much beauty to greet us.
Time for You to Get a Watch
If I could run that trail at any speed, I am so much stronger than I thought I was.
Mystery Meat
In spite of everything, I was out there this morning. In spite of everything, I got to be a part of it.
Reset, Reframe
Coming face to face with the reality that my foot is complaining about a max weekly mileage of 18 is humbling. Sigh.
Defying Gravity
I’ve been thinking a lot about silliness and play ever since. Nothing makes me feel more alive than laughing so hard it hurts. Why don’t I do it more often?
When You're Falling in a Forest
Whatever part of the ether my mind decided to visit for however long this run took, she didn’t invite me to join. We reconvened in the car for the drive home, where I sang Cowboy Take Me Away a cappella to myself for 45 minutes.
In the Absence of Clarity
What if I don’t have to live vicariously? What if I am the one that carries myself to my own dreams?
Another 3 Miles Down
This life is a beautiful, tender, miraculous thing. Even when some mornings start out cold.
Smells Like Running
Running has always carried me to myself. Revealed the things I try to hide from. My fears. My hurt. My yearnings. My power. And now, after all these years, a start gun went off somewhere in the ether and my body heard it. It’s time to run.
In a world of absurd uncertainty, all I can do is move forward towards the things that bring me to life. Nothing is guaranteed—not time, not relationships, not money. But this moment, the one I’m sitting in now? I can choose to infuse that with life.