
das boot:

festive be@rbrick:

clarke x wylie bespoke shirt:

signs point to yes:

toilet angel:

the following morning:

also, i lost a bet:


















i had myself so psyched out about leg 20 that the experience of finally running it was nearly mystical. starting in pitch black, no one ahead, no one behind for at least the first mile - just the sound of my feet and the sight of the fog of my own breath in the headlight - gives one a moment to clear one's head... then, as the sun cracks the sky, turning up a gravel road and starting to make a few roadkills. finally, full sunlight, barreling downhill into the mayhem of the exchange point to pass it off to my little brother (i say "little," is anyone else blessed with two younger brothers nearly twice their size?). that was one run i will never forget.it's goofy, but HTC was truly a life-changing experience, i'm pretty sure i'll be running in a marathon sooner rather than later. you may now click on the images below in order to view: