I’m in Boulder, Colorado, where I have spent the last three days shooting pictures for my next book, a practice guide, about which more later. It’s been a treat to be in a place whose beauty is so different from that of my native North Carolina. Yesterday, I ran on a semi-icy bike path toward the sunrise, then turned around and ran back toward the mountains, lit by the dawn. Today, remembering my previous experiences with altitude, I didn’t even try to run. Instead, when the shoot wrapped, I ate a hot bowl of spicy tomato-tortilla soup, then headed to Chautauqua Park for a hike on the icy trail into the Front Range.
To go with yesterday’s story, here’s One-Shoe Waldrop at the end of the race, sans right shoe.
The Running Summit Midwest featured a fantastic lineup of speakers, including Jack Daniels—who was interesting and gracious as could be—and both […]