I’ve returned! And I’m retiring.

Great SNAKES! I haven’t posted to this exercise in self-aggrandizement blog of mine in quite some time!

"Sam, as your social-media-guru, it pains me to say this, but, you're fired"
“Sam, as your social-media-guru, it pains me to say this, but, you’re fired”

I’m so very sorry that I’ve been a blogger in absentia for the past week. I don’t have any excuses for my paucity of prose.

I'm lying...I have SO many excuses.
I’m lying…I’m FULL of excuses.

Life lately has been atypically hectic, in both the best and worst ways. In the span of a week I celebrated a birthday, had a manuscript rejected, and took a mini-vacation to visit my parents in Colorado.

Pictured: my awesome parents and my terribly behaved dog at Gross Reservoir.
Pictured: my awesome parents and my terribly behaved dog at Gross Reservoir.

The trip to Colorado was phenomenal. I love living in Seattle, but my heart has always and will always belong to the Rocky Mountains.

This is the view from the back deck of the house I grew up in
This is the view from the back deck of the house I grew up in.

I grew up in the mountains a half hour west of Boulder, Colorado. I spent most of my recent short trip hanging out around my parents’ house and our big backyard, but my dad and I did make one brave trip into big-city Boulder to do some recycling.

Boulder: we even recycle our Yoga mats
Boulder: we even recycle our Yoga mats

My parents and I only had four days together, but we made the most of it.

We even cracked open a GREAT Bordeaux!
We cracked open a GREAT Bordeaux!

We walked our dog, Obie, every day.

Obie is named for Oberon, the king of the fairies in 'Midsummer Night's Dream'
Obie is named for Oberon, the king of the fairies in ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’

We took a short hike down to Gross Reservoir to catch some fall color.

Don't go chasing waterfalls
Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Stick to the lakes you're used to...
Stick to the lakes you’re used to…

My dad, our neighbors and I took a delightful bike ride up to Golden Gate State Park.

My neighbors are SERIOUS bikers...they might have been embarrassed to be seen with me.
OK guys, wheres the coffee?

We thought about attempting some coffeeneuring to a cafe without walls, but the logistics of bringing the necessary espresso accoutrements on our outing proved to be an insurmountable challenge. We almost didn’t make it out the door in the first place: I was riding a borrowed bicycle. Unfortunately, I was under the VERY mistaken impression that my LOOK cleats were, in fact, SPDs.

These....
These….
Are not these.
Are not these.

Luckily I was able to borrow a pair from Cross Propz world headquarters (which happens to be my neighbor Paul’s garage). If you are into cyclocross, you HAVE to check out Cross Propz. My neighbor, Paul, started the company out of his garage to produce lightweight, portable cyclocross barriers that are super-easy to put up and take down: perfect for the insane endurance athlete on the go!

These cyclocross  guys are 1) crazy & 2) awesome
These cyclocross guys are 1) crazy & 2) awesome

Luckily my serious-cycle-head neighbors are also seriously nice people, and they still let me borrow a SERIOUSLY NICE bicycle despite my totally incompetent shoe-SNAFU.

SO MANY GEARS!
SO MANY GEARS!

We rode together up to Panorama Point.

The name is certainly accurate.
Yup…pretty panoramic.

I went running a few times at my parents’ house, the altitude TOTALLY kicked my ass.

8,000 feet is...not a joke
8,000 feet is…not a joke

I only spent four days in Colorado, but I spent some time thinking things over while I was out there.

Yes...I even gave myself a reading.
Yes…I even gave myself a reading.

I realized that part of the reason this vacation was so relaxing, even if it was only four days long (four days during which I got 11 emails, three texts, and two phone calls from my boss), is that I consciously made an effort to be mindful and present while I was there. IMG_5689

For four whole days I was too busy living my life to be blogging about it, and I have to admit that unplugging from the social mediums felt pretty fantastic.

What is this black magic?
What is this black magic?

Blogging lately has felt like a burden. I’m under no illusions about my total lack of influence in the grand scheme of the internet. This blog has always been more of a forum for me to sort out my own thoughts through writing, whether it be about climate change, marathon training, meditationrunning races, recipes, or just random shit that I like. I’m gobsmacked, humbled, and totally appreciative that anyone EVER has come by to read my random ramblings and excessively alliterative prose.

Seriously...what is it with the alliteration?
Seriously…what is it with the alliteration?

However, I think that the time has come to put my blogging hat on the back-burner.

Let's be real...this is my EVERYTHING hat
Let’s be real…this is my EVERYTHING hat

I love the opportunities for connection with other awesome bloggers afforded by the internet. I love following the lives of inspiring individuals as they eat marathons for breakfast or hit the trails harder than the Loma Prieta quake. I have nothing but admiration for bloggers who are able to share their fascinating trials, travails, and triumphs while holding down nine-to-five jobs, family commitments, and a modicum of sanity.

Not a whole lot of sanity around these parts.
Not a whole lot of sanity around these parts.

I have come to realize, however, that blogging about my moment-to-moment existence inhibits my efforts to LIVE in the moment.

If a blogger quits in the forest, does anybody give a shit?
If a blogger quits in the forest, does anybody give a shit?

I’m not ready to burn my metaphorical blogging bridges by dismantling my domain name just yet. Writing and running are two of my favorite things. I eat, breathe, and live science.  I get REALLY pissed off when our legislators act asinine about climate change. I’d like to continue ruminating on these topics occasionally. However, at present, and for the foreseeable future, the Liability Limited Corporation marathonsam.com is ending its bid for a hostile takeover of the hearts and minds of  Earth,  The State of Washington, Seattle, The Three Block Radius immediately surrounding my house,

A fish?

A fish?

Thank you everybody! To all of my readers (there are DOZENS of you…DOZENS!): stay classy, stay true to yourselves, stay strong, stay weird, stay gentle.

Above all, stay fruity

PEACE, LOVE, OATMEAL.

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 elvis oatmeal

6 thoughts on “I’ve returned! And I’m retiring.

  1. As always I wrote a reply from my heart what your blog has meant to me it was to long or corny and when I tried to send it I fucked up and erased it so all I’ll say is please don’t Quit altogether maybe you could just write when you feel compelled to or inspired to please? L&L mom

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