Month: October 2026

ANOTHER 80 MILE WEEK

About 82 miles this week, maybe 15 of that ran. About 25.5 hours of movement on sidewalks, in the woods, across parking lots, in the streets. A daily average over 11.5 miles. Just over 3.5 hours per day on my feet instead of on my computer, or scrolling through something on my phone.

Had some ankle pain earlier in the week, but thankfully that’s gone away. I think it came from some quicker downhill trail running, so I’m gonna ease off that a bit, as I want to make sure I can continue this streak, as I’m at 132 days right now, which brings me to 1,516 miles.

Every day, since May 26, 2026. Five days after my 50th birthday.

WAVE FARM RADIO

Someone sent me a link to Wave Farm, “a non-profit arts organization driven by experimentation with broadcast media and the airwaves.”

You can listen to an assortment of radio “stations” that are placed around their farm, and powered by the sun, so they actually go offline when it gets dark. Right now I’m listening to “Test Site of Acoustic Commons,” which is “a listening point on the edge of woodland at Wave Farm, linked to an online network of open microphones.”

(link via Monica)

WITHERING AWAY

As I approach 130 days of walking at least 10 miles per day (yikes), I’ve noticed the decay all around. Mostly wooden decks. The type of decks built onto houses. I notice them, and they’re beat up, falling apart, faded.

And I think about when they were built, and how enthused the families must have been. The outdoor meals they’d have, the friends they’d host.

I think about this too with the basketball hoops in the drive ways. The ones that are rusting away, the nets falling apart from multiple years of storms and snow. These basketball hoops were once the best thing ever for the kids. Put together by the parents, who then watched from the kitchen window the local kids come by to shoot hoops.

Cars, too. Trucks. Broken down, sitting next to the garage with grass growing under the fenders, rust on the roof, windows glazed over. At one point that vehicle was someone’s pride and joy. Someone saved up, or got a car loan, and they were so stoked to have that car.

Lots of walking, lots of thinking. The stuff we loved and looked forward to withers away as the years go on.