Friday, July 25, 2014

GEOFF CORDNER: ULTRA-MARATHONER

© GEOFF CORDNER
KNEE: GEOFF CORDNER
Getting to celebrate THE people I admire is my dream come true.

This week's arts and culture column features our/L.A.'s very own photographer/blogger/ultra-marathoner Geoff Cordner. 54 years old and the guy runs 100 MILES AT A STRETCH. Through some of the most difficult terrain in California.

Plus he can beautifully articulate his experience and thought. AND he can write.
Check out THE INTERVIEW.
And check out Geoff's blog, SLOW TWITCH JOURNAL.


BISHOP HIGH SIERRA 100K
© GEOFF CORDNER
LET'S PITCH IN AND BUY GEOFF SOME BAND-AIDS!

1 comment:

  1. I love the first picture, not because it is beautiful in terms of what happened, but because I can relate to it.
    -My whole life is upside down right now: my wife has locked me out of the house illegally and sent divorce papers. I miss my 5 kids who want me back with mommy, and only see them at certain times I arrange with my wife. So I'm living in an apartment above the family business (the family of my birth) trying to figure out how God wants me to live this particular situation that I don't like but that He, in His holy wisdom, has allowed.
    And in this peaceful hell/purgatory I find myself in, all kinds of loving souls have come to my aid -people I didn't know loved me much love me more than I ever would have though possible!
    So, the other day my big brother took out his prized Vespa (a glorified Italian scooter) and told me to take it down the road for a spin. It was awesome for the first 50 yards until I had to break....I grabbed the right brake handle and pulled back, completely forgetting that the throttle (I'm a rookie motorcycle type) which is at the fist handle can't be accelerated while this is done.
    The result? I speed up as I broke, panicked and sped up and broke even more, until the front tire brake locked and the scooter spun and I was flung forward up the street at about 30mph!
    Road Rash baby! All I could do was get up, bleed from head to knee on my left side, and try to get the scooter off the street. My brother, running down the road toward me didn't see the fall itself but did notice that I didn't, at least, totally wreck his very sweet scooter. So we went back to his house and cleaned up...-no infections yet.
    I may not have Geoff beat in mountain distance running, but his elbow looks like a sissy scratch against mine! Maybe i'll start to imitate his more intelligent decision to find beauty in long runs in the mountains than on motorbike I am not familiar with. After all, even though God has given me a beautiful cross that I only prefer because He prefers it, He has also given me the mountains of Colorado that I wake up looking at each morning from my new little digs!

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