1-million-centimeter bike race @ 10,000-feet elevation — nude, under the fool moon

Little is actually known about Rosco Betunada and even less is factual. At the age of 15, Mr. B. incorporated a regimen of distance-running into his direction-less and futile life – and now, many years later, Mr. B’s life remains … Continue reading

wotta heckuva day

Wotta heckuva day.  Nov. 4 (2017): “4-T-4” Pre-sunrise a.m. on a sattiday:  we had to way-kup!  & expected (& affirmed to be considered accountable) at a venue in the neighboring town of Fruita, some 16-miles distant, for a 9 a.m. … Continue reading

JOSè CUATRO-PERROS WRITHES AGAIN !

This morning I signed in to register for a trail race — the MMS Desert 5-mile Water-Tower Run. Who would I be? i briefly puzzled … my real name?  one of the usual aliases? and then, glancing back at the … Continue reading

I’m gonna die soon, because …

 DEATH MUST BE mmmm n  ENT Becuz:  1.  in so-called geologic time, none of us (except the immortalz, or izzit the heavily-endowd-&-xxxtreemlee-juiced IMMORALZ?) don’t last very long. #2 in the un 4t u (in)nate circum(cisn)stances: i finished a running race … Continue reading

Mesa-Top Trail, N. Rim Black Canyawn, & other regional delights

Betty doesn’t so much peer, as sneer, into the abrupt sheer walls of the Black Canyon (of the Gunnison).  We hadn’t been to the North Rim of the Park before, until early October (2015).  Yeah, like her — I was overcome by … Continue reading

NOOKLA — CENTER OF THE YOONIVERSE

Betty and I, and the dawgz, are driving to Nucla (Colorawdough) in early February.  This particular February was like some sort of convoluted Indian summer, in that this was Neolithic or Neanderthal or Anasazi, yeah, that’s it, Anasazi Spring, a blast from definitely … Continue reading

An Embarrassing Way to Die

DONKAROONY DRAGGAROONY (An Embarrassing Way To Die) Picture yourself being dragged down a gravel road by a galloping jack-ass. Dragged by a rope wrapped around your ankle — the other end of which is attached to the halter on the … Continue reading

40 Year Coincidence ?

Dr. Richards, two encounters, forty years apart? Possible DISCLAIMER:  Betty talked to me about an acquaintance (“swimming buddy”) who died recently.  After reading the obituary and conducting a chronological analysis, I wondered … did I have a “running and cross-country ski-racing buddy” … Continue reading

The Thrills, Chills, Runs, Rides and the Fairy-Dwarf Dream Choir

Hey kids (a few years back I’d periodically toss out the daily roughage to a couple goats:  “Hay, kids”).  No, really — when and if you attain senior citizen status, and read the obits to see who you’ve out-lasted, and eventually … Continue reading

RABBIT EARS bataan DEATH MARCH & other whimsies of recent

There are a LOT of unique trail-running races, and more are created every year.  The (Rabbit-Ears) “10k @ 10k” has been being run since at least 1988, when I first ran it.  It probably started a few years earlier.  The 1988 … Continue reading