... on your own risk ...
This is the story of my parallel life as a runner, ahem, TRAIL RUNNER. I'm not an author, nor a life style blogger so don't come at me with any pointy grammar fingers 'kay! I just wanted to take the narcissistic opportunity that comes with having a space on the webosphere to create a place to ramble about my ramblings. Because sometimes the running world that occupies most of my non-illustrating life can feel a bit of a lonely place to a less ordinary sport gal. You can easily end up thinking that its all engineers with gps gadgets and lycra fetishes, calculating perfect splits whilst dressing up in ad-drenched polyester vests who shares the miles with you. I want to shed a light on the other side of my sport. The one with the beer-drinking still life photographers moonlighting as night trail shredding mountain goats. The Japanese Potters who can't go a day without trading clay for time in the mud. The Horticulturists who sidekicks as long distance leaf-kicking ninjas. You get the idea.
I'm lucky enough to early on in my art-school days have found out about two of my fan-girl items from this creative world being outdoorsy nerds who like to climb mountains/run super sickly fast. Therefor I never had to question whether lacing up was a good combination to tracing vectors. I knew it was. I owe that early confidence in my double identity to Geoff McFetridge and James Jarvis and really they should be my first features in this place for runspiration for creatives. Maybe I'll try to track them down to tell me all about getting headspace on the cali-summits (GM) and how the HECK you squeeze under 2.45 in a marathon (I'm looking your way JJ) in the near future. As my son says when referring to whether he is going to go to school in the morning; We will see about that.
Keep on trucker-cap-ing gals!