50 Words for Snow. June 2016. On my lunchtime runs along the Seattle waterfront I see them everywhere: the 'Bro Runners', broad shouldered and muscular, running shirtless side by side; the 'Cross Fit Queens', in their skin tight lycra, veins and muscles standing out as they struggle to carry their kettlebells up the Madison Street hill; mixed martial artists whipping through their sweat-filled workout as I pass through the gym on my way to the shower. These are the mascots for the "ethos of suffering". In their world pain is the adversary they eagerly battle, a foe to be embraced and dominated, because "no pain no gain" is our fitness way of life, right? Read more.

The Art of Running Slower Faster. April 2016. In February I completely revamped my training routine as a runner, adopting Heart Rate Monitor (HRM) training for the first time. While the basic precepts of HRM are compelling, the available information on an actual training plan is complex, confusing, and often contradictory. I thought, therefore, that I'd set out how I've come to think about HRM, in the hopes that other confused runners may find this helpful. Read more.

The Paper Boy. January 2016. We tell ourselves two great fables when trying to take a positive view of the modern global economy. First we tell ourselves that it's inevitable that nations will evolve from agricultural to industrial to service economies. Second we tell ourselves that the Sharing Economy democratizes services in a way that benefits the producers in the Sharing Economy. Is either of these fables really true? Read more.

Hurricane Oho. October 2015. The rain eases slightly, and I glance at my GPS watch: 26.7 miles. "Today I have run farther than I have ever run before." As runners, how many times do we get to say that? Read more.

The Lost Village. May 2015. It has been about a year. At the time my son Nathan was eight. And he was in tears. "They're all gone, Dad. They all died," he said. The Minecraft village he had so joyfully discovered was now empty, overrun by a zombie siege right before his very eyes. This is a tale of tragedy, triumph, and one very determined little boy. Because today the Lost Village lives again. Read more.