Adventures in Onionism

My race schedule for the coming year is taking shape. Not exactly as I wanted, but it's taking shape. I put in for the lotteries at Hardrock, Massanutten, and Barkley, but didn't get in. So I'm left with: February 23: Febapple Frozen 50 Miler (NJ) May 31: Bryce 100 Miler (UT) June 29: Western States 100 Miler (CA) I'd like to (1) break 24 at States, and (2) do something fun in July. San Juan Solstice is too soon before States. Leadville and the new Telluride Mountain Run seem kind of late (I do have to write a new labor economics course and have a new job market paper for next fall, after all.) This thing in Alaska is seeming very tempting. But what it really means is that I'm an idiot for dilly-dallying and not registering for the Vermont 100 when I had the chance.

What all the cool hipsters are doing.

Recovering after an enjoyable 5 miles in the dark while it was sleeting.

May you all be as happy as this guy during the holidays and the new year. h/t Radiolab

I have no desire to run the Spartathlon , because it is on pavement. Make it that long and on trail and I'll be there.

There weren't horses in the Americas before 1492. I like this painting, but when did the rhinocerouses get brought over?

This is the furthest George has ever gone into water on his own. A meal of fresh Canada Goose was at stake, but he gave up.