Tag Archives: Altitude Sickenss

Altitude Sickness
January 16, 2018

The joys of the cold snap

By Brady Crain I do love the cold. I don’t have much more to say about it, but I really like cold snaps. I look at it like an endurance contest. How much cold can I stand to wear flip flops? How long can I…

Altitude Sickness
December 15, 2017

The adventures of Pip the Impaler

By Brady Crain

It’s been a long time since we have talked about my guinea pig, Pip the Impaler. As many faithful readers know, Pip and I moved in together on impulse after meeting on craigslist shortly after the death of my previous Guinea pig,…

Altitude Sickness
October 11, 2017

Maximum speed

By Brady Crain

The shoulder is coming along, and next week I will be able to lift weights. This week was marked by lots of walking and lots of road riding, because of the gorgeous weather.

One interesting thing that happened to me was that…

Guinea pig training progresses
Altitude Sickness
September 6, 2017

Guinea pig training progresses

Pip the guinea pig, peaking out from his blanket fort

By Brady Crain

I have, based on the orders of everyone, been taking it much easier.  I lift or do pushup/pullup sets every two days, walk at least once a day, and trail run every…

Altitude Sickness
August 16, 2017

The one that got away

By Brady Crain This was supposed to be a reunion story.

Ten days ago as I was packing my car to leave Jersey City, I met someone very special.  I was carrying my first load of bags to the garage where my car was parked,…

Saving the planet, one rooftop at a time
Altitude Sickness
April 20, 2016

Saving the planet, one rooftop at a time

I am sitting down to dash this off on day 155 of skiing this year. This has by far been the best worst year of skiing I have ever seen. Cold nights, warm beautiful days and a huge thick slab of blue Vermont ice…

Altitude Sickness: Romantic love is a verb
Altitude Sickness
March 9, 2016

Altitude Sickness: Romantic love is a verb

This has been a strange winter for me, weather notwithstanding. This is the winter where, maybe for the first time ever, and certainly for the first time since my divorce, I let someone in.

More than let her in, I saw her, met…