Wakulla Springs Ultra Redux – 2003 By Gordon Cherr They gathered at my home after a long Friday night drive from Atlanta, drawn here for the Ultra. First my long time friend and running buddy Al Barker. Al is a bit new to the ultra scene, having...
Where Has All the Love Gone? By Gordon Cherr It is about two years to the day that I took a nasty spill during a mountain trail race, Big South Fork, in Oneida, Tennessee. That one resulted in a double inguinal hernia, surgery and a long layoff. Today,...
Forty Years and Still Going Strong By Gordon Cherr It has been nearly 40 years since my boyhood chum, The Kid, challenged me to a footrace around the block. If I had only known then what I know now…well, we would have done it earlier. He was hooked...
This Running Life By Gordon Cherr My forest passing is silent and, for once and so rarely, this run is completely comfortable as I am staying totally within myself. I have come to the Munson Hills, it is late Sunday, the forest is peaceful and quiet and...
Running with Friends By Gordon Cherr “Going for a run with friends is one of life’s greatest joys” I am sorry, but this has been one overly productive summer at work which means it has been an entirely underproductive summer of...
Waiting for Death, with Dignity By Gordon Cherr She was a little ball of fire, seemingly identical to her sisters, and she picked us out without a moment’s hesitation. Cats are like that. You don’t choose. If you are fortunate, you are the chosen....
