I tried. For a while, it seemed like everyone was talking about how meditation changed their lives—friends, acquaintances, podcast interviewees…
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Here’s one thing we always say about weddings: “It’s the biggest day of your life.” Here’s one thing we almost…
Last Wednesday, around the ninth switchback in the M Trail at the University of Montana, my legs and lungs screamed…
Probably every other time my friend Lee and I came to the end of an approach hike at the base…
Here’s a thing you may have experienced: You’re about to head out on a trip in the outdoors, for three…
A couple hundred feet from the top of Avalanche Gulch on Mount Shasta last Monday morning, my friend Abi and…
Just east of Green River, Utah, on Interstate 70, I looked over from the passenger seat to see the car’s…
Ten years ago last weekend, my old friend Jarrett didn’t have cancer anymore, so I thought it would be a…
A couple years ago, I was talking to my dad on the phone and asked about his plans for the…
A lot of things felt like they were on the verge of breaking down in the six months of training…
One Sunday last August, maybe halfway through a 22-mile trail run in 85 degrees and full sun, the day after…
Last Saturday night, I was running one of my favorite trails in the dark. I had gotten a late start,…
A few weeks ago, someone put a sticker saying “Does this Sprinter van make my trust fund look big?” on…
Note: I first wrote and published this post on December 29, 2011, calling it “Make 2012 The Year Of Maximum…
Here’s something that didn’t happen: Tommy Caldwell, in the days following the first ascent of the Dawn Wall, being interviewed…
I sit on a rock along the White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park, assembling a camp stove and filling…
I went to a memorial for the son of some friends this past weekend. He was a climber and a…
Don’t argue with people on the internet. Use your car horn to communicate with other drivers for emergencies, not to…
If you talk to people about drinking coffee, they will often say things like “I just love the ritual of…
Hilary and I drove four hours to stand on a gravel road north of Scottsbluff, Nebraska, for two minutes of…