I caught this film at the DC Adventure Film Festival last weekend and loved it. Tom, 11, has some wisdom for us.
Slow, But Not Sorry. This is the story of the last friend up the hill.
This NEA study about the north-south creative divide in America is fascinating.
“Last year I turned off all my notifications. I stopped booking meetings. I started living asynchronously. Now instead of being interrupted throughout the day?—?or rushing from one meeting to the next?—?I sit down and get work done.”
—Quincy Larson, Live asynchronously.
(I’m pretty sure I only know two people who do this and I am envious)
Badass: 102 miles, 50 major peaks, 112,000 feet in vertical gain and loss across the Tetons, in a week.
What the Nice Men I Encounter While Running Are Probably Thinking, by Madeleine Trebenski
-Brendan
That’s an excellent article on the value of and (over-)emphasis we place on speed in the outdoors. As someone who used to be the last up any hill and is now often first up and first to be ready to move again, I can identify. I think that people waste far more time faffing than simply being slow on their feet/wheels/skis and, if you have a plan and know your stuff, you can take a leisurely pace and never be late to the lift/hut/summit/car-park. I’ve aborted summits simply because we pushed too fast and someone in the group faded because they didn’t have time to eat or rest or change layers – this and the weather are probably the most common causes of failure that I have experienced.
I loved that film too, especially when Tom said, “Maybe, if your first ride was 4.8 miles, maybe next time just try that tiny bit harder, instead of five miles, you can ride fifty miles.” Also, ride til you puke.