At some point during the first year I lived in the Bay Area, I got a nosebleed so bad my dad let me skip school. I was ten years old, and the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. We could get it to slow down, but never, it seemed, to cease permanently. At first, I was happy for the opportunity to stay home—I ...
Rush is an endurance event.
Unathleticism has a way of creeping into your identity. Growing up, I was surrounded by athletes, most notably my mother, who ran D1 in college and then stumbled into a marathon addiction in post-grad life. Both of my younger brothers are gym rats, with the youngest having run his first marathon at ...
For the past three years, my family has upheld the same end-of-summer tradition: On a Saturday in mid-August, we drive four hours north of San Francisco until we hit Eureka. On Sunday, we run the Humboldt Bay Marathon.
When we were kids, my cousin Lucas liked to build stuff. A computer, once, I think, and definitely a 3D printer. His house was filled with all these gadgets that seemed like they had been beamed straight out of a sci-fi movie. He was three years older than me and the coolest person I knew. My younger ...
“Where are you guys from? Oh yeah, our rail system’s shit.”
Solutions by The State News
