Picture this: you're knee-deep in mud, your lungs are burning like a Celtics fan at a Lakers parade and your only company is a rogue squirrel and a motivational podcast that's two episodes deep into a discussion on mindf...
Articles by Bob Crowley
The crisp mountain air, the rhythmic crunch of gravel, the camaraderie of shared struggle – these are the hallmarks of trail running, a sport carved not from competition, but from the pursuit of self-actualization, commu...
Ten years ago, when we last examined the future of trail running – circa 2010 – we saw nothing but blue skies and snow-covered mountains. Our future looked bright. And that’s pretty much what happened – until it d...
These times are unprecedented for the world and our trail running community. We have indeed been led off trail into uncharted territory. The uncertainly of our future fosters dread and even the most grit-possessed amongs...
Six hours of rain-soaked, caked-in mud, cramping and revolting muscles, frozen-to-the-core misery, “Dude, you look torn up – eat this chili, it brings you back to life,” said Mike Hernandez. Rather than eat, I proceeded...
The early days of organizing the TARC Trail Series races was a comedy of errors. For the Spring Classic, Josh, Sam Jurek and I scouted the course in February after a foot of snow had fallen. Hours later after returning t...