Trailer Trash-talk

In a preview to the main event my brother and I ran a trail race this past weekend. Mark barely scraped past me to come tenth while I was mere moments behind in position 136.

Operation brother smother

The reality of a mere 37-minute-loss to a guy who even farts athletically has finally dawned on me.

Post almost-mortem (and moving on)

It’s time to move on. I’ve rolled back the stone, risen from the dead and I’m ready for my next challenge.