IPA and goat, a combination made in...

Goat sliders wrapped in naan and a "dank" (said the bartender) IPA at an Indian grocery and pub with many tasty craft brews on tap and lots of pierced and tattooed people. It's Austin baby.

The pause that refreshes

After a long day in a convention center full of supercomputer geeks.

Color me gold and black

I like big gold and black better than big blue.

Lay off the layoff

I'm crossing the line (both of them, I hope) at the Monumental 5K in the morning, first time in 27 days since the Glacial Trail 50K (plus 2), so I got a new shirt to celebrate.

The stuff dreams are (not) made of

I've dreamed of this moment.😉

Up my Blues Alley

Adding another notch to the iconic jazz club belt. Rudresh Mahanthappa is in the house tonight.

I salute them

Mile 19 in the Marine Corps Marathon. I feel their pain. (Even so, I'd like to be out there.)

She's back

She's back! Guy at the hotel: You should take a cab, it's about a mile and a half. Me: Oh I can probably walk that (and thinking: a mile and a half, heh, heh, heh).

Not a bad run

12 half marathons, 2 marathons and 1 50K (plus those extra 2 miles I added running down the wrong trail). Like 'em all, but the little tan clay number is my fav. Says it's not about the finish (and what they hang around your neck when you get there). It's what you get on the way to getting there that matters.

Step by step

I'm not moving too fast this morning, but I have to say, all things considered, I feel pretty darn good.

Thoughts on the run

What do I think about when I am spending most of the day running 33 miles (I goofed and took a wrong side trail then had to back track, which added a couple unplanned miles)? Today, I thought about my grandfather's three-legged collie Queenie...and how that damn dog could run faster than me. As race medals go, it's kind of homely, but I'm rather fond of it. The dog was quick. She couldn't go long though.

It waits

Wisconsin's Ice Age Trail waits, and plots my suffering on the morrow.

Priceless

50K on the docket Sunday morning so early to bed tomorrow night, but tonight in downtown Plymouth, WI, Wisconsin Brewing Co. Yankee Buzzard IPA in a chilly mug. Priceless. No, $2. Now that's priceless.

Just kick me Robbie

If my life was on the line, I'd want Robbie Gould kicking the ball.

Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me…taper town

10. Last long(ish) run before making a run at 50K on the Ice Age Trail next Sunday. I'd like a little less wet and windy, but can't say I didn't train in it.

13 is my lucky number

I had a hard week, but nothing running 13.1 miles in the woods couldn't cure. Knobstone Trail Mini was its usual satisfyingly brutal self. That's 12. The goal for the year was a dozen half marathons, one a month (plus some other stuff). I'm three months early so, what the hell, I might just make it a baker's dozen.

Anything is possible with the proper incentive

Today I eradicated the (kind-of) word "incentivize" from a piece of copy and I feel like I earned a beer. As good an excuse as many.

Peace out

Some kid on the trails: "You look like a man who knows what he's doing." Me: "If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be doing this." The surf-board toting Bug is for not being the slowest slow old(er) guy to finish today.

Light on the limbering

Yoga class at Run Woodstock. I did not participate because I'm running the Mellow (yeah, right) Marathon in the morning and didn't want to pull anything vital.

To the victors...

Bowling trophy!