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this bee's knees.: beyond the stats.
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The day one calendar replaces another is the day runners knee-jerkingly tally the numbers and report their statistics. I'm a runner (I think), so here's my look back at 2014. Ultrarunners in particular love to tout the lessons that long-distance running doles out. There's even a commonly held belief that the range of emotions, the physical highs and lows reached while covering 50-100 miles in a single day is nearly a condensed lifetime unto itself. Which brings me to a Target parking lot a few weeks ago.
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this bee's knees.: November 2013
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On the off chance that Suge could translate my slangy English to Dog, not a word was uttered to explain that we would not actually run a single step until morning or before we managed a few hours of in-the-car sleep. From what little history I've been able to turn up, many, many logs were sawed during the roughly three decades during which Masten was founded and thrived before operations were abandoned in September of 1930. The Civilian Conservation Corp established a camp on the site in 1933 but, le...
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this bee's knees.: June 2014
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Went and got myself all shook up there in early May. Didn't happen this time, at least not in quick fashion. When runners can't run, they sulk and they fester. They rot. Even crap runners. The same for writers, even if they are just hacks. No sign of recovery in the letters, no hope of words, sentences, or healing paragraphs. I tried to look on the bright side. "You've got your health! Yep Lotta good that was doing me. Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah. What happened to seeing the glass as half full? Fences conjur...
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this bee's knees.: my goodness.
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With so many snippets of news and not-news whizzing by at breakneck speed and in all directions, I have no idea why we click on the links that we do. For me, it is often the voyeuristic lure of seeing better-runners-than-I racing through lush forests, over mountain passes or along desolate desert trails. The ten minutes of wonder seem almost too perfect and may well have been scripted and directed. I choose to think not and will make no effort to learn otherwise. Even if someone was to spoil the ...I cou...
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this bee's knees.: December 2013
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Frostbitten, twice shy. Go to Heaven for the climate,. Hell for the Company". After my buddy Bobby Bodkin had to pull out of the Hellgate 100K at the last minute and having already made arrangements to be there to pace for him, I agreed to accompany pal Brian Dibeler for the last 20 miles of the notorious race. Courtesy of Keith Knipling and his 2007 race report ( http:/ keith-knipling.com/? Ultra Penguin appears courtesy of Lindsay Lutz. As I recall, little strategic planning occurred, but we did laugh ...
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this bee's knees.: February 2014
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Someone asked me recently about the tattoo on my right bicep, artwork that depicts Lily's footprint at birth encircled by cursive text. The writing is the final two sentences of lyrics from a defunct, but forever favorite band of mine from Baltimore, the oft overlooked and most certainly underappreciated (not by me.to a fault, perhaps) Lungfish. I've written of them before and spoken of them ad nauseam. Resolved in Lily Harper and Piper Bea I shall live. By Lungfish (lyrics by Daniel Higgs). Vision was t...
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this bee's knees.: every leaf a miracle.
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Every leaf a miracle. To state the obvious, I really love the outdoors. I also greatly adore the act of running and the benefit, in moving faster, of getting to see more of the beloved outdoors in a days time than would be possible at a slower pace. Not that I don't enjoy hiking, walking or even just sitting beneath a canopy of open sky. I do, but. But they do exist. Not just out on the trails, but everywhere. Feebly, I am unable to prove it or convey it to others. As a teenager, I can remember reading h...
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robreedphotoblog: February 2006
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Sunday, February 26, 2006. Shot these promos for the United Artists' upcoming album "Dog Fight" last night. Posted by Robert Reed at 1:36 PM. Saturday, February 25, 2006. Around Super Bowl time Zerbe and I were in Utah. Everyone there was super nice. We hiked a bunch and played football and Marcy made awesome enchiladas. Beth and Cash on the way back from Cassidy Arch. Me and Zerbe on the drive up from Santa Fe. Slot canyons. Beth had to leave Cash behind here. Grand Wash trail in Capitol Reef State Park.
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robreedphotoblog: April 2006
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Sunday, April 23, 2006. L Curt Mangel III is the caretaker of the world's largest organ. I am so jealous of the wealth of off-color jokes that man has at his disposal. Posted by Robert Reed at 9:28 AM. Wednesday, April 19, 2006. Posted by Robert Reed at 6:11 AM. Monday, April 10, 2006. Today was pretty great. Posted by Robert Reed at 10:45 PM. Thursday, April 06, 2006. Okay Paddy at the Manhattan Room in Fishtown. April 6th. Posted by Robert Reed at 10:56 PM. Andrew got gnarly today. Yeah dude!