Stories

There’s a specific moment where you know you waited too long. The sky has been building in the west for maybe twenty minutes, clouds stacking into that anvil shape you recognize if you’ve spent enough time outside in Florida. You told yourself you’d turn around at the next trail junction. Then the junction came and you kept going because you were feeling good and it was only 3 PM and surely you had time. ...

The first time I ran the full island perimeter, I did it as a training run. No crew, no plan beyond a general sense of the route, two handheld bottles and a couple of gels stuffed into my shorts. I started in the dark from the parking lot on Centre Street near the waterfront and finished back there just under six hours later, sunburned on one shoulder and walking the last half-mile because my feet had finally had enough of the sand. ...