Incipit

Ah....the first blog post.

What to say...what to say. Well, I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about myself, my likes, loves, dislikes, kinks, freaks, and foods...cause I'm sure all that will come out over the course of this thing. Which is good.

And I'm not going to say what this blog is going to be about....because that's kind of the point of creating it, right dear reader? I suppose vintage motorcycles, bluegrass, ultra trail running, underground/lyrical hiphop, cowboy culture, home brewing, Latin American boondoggles, Holy Land archaeology, Celtic reels, southern barbeque, northern and walleye fishing, mountain biking, Minnesota winters, California summers, open source software, single source rivers, desert flora ruminations, and some combination thereof will all find a place at somepoint. Or not. Which is also good.

So I guess I'll just start with something that's on my mind.

31 miles. Of running. On trails. In a day. I recently applied - and got entered - into The McKenzie River Trail Run. A gorgeous, meandering 50K race through southern Oregon - sounds about perfect to me. It's certainly the longest I'll have ever continuously run...assuming that a) my running will be continuous and b) the training alone doesn't kill me, and I thus forfeit any opportunity for continuity. So, dear reader, I suppose I'll be regailing you with stories and updates on my training program for this race throughout the summer.

I'm envisioning the race will be something like the following: