Trail Running

Well, we did it. On Friday, August 23, two friends and I finished the adventure for which we’d been training for more than a year: we completed a single-day Presidential Traverse in New Hampshire’s White Mountains, running as much of it as we could. I’ll save the more harrowing tales for the magazine feature, scheduled for…

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After nearly a year of planning and training, the big day is almost here: In a few weeks, two friends and I will wake up early and make our way to the Appalachia trailhead for the beginning of our attempt at the Presidential Traverse. The Presidential Traverse (or Presi) is a roughly 20-mile journey that…

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I hadn’t heard of Greenbelt, Essex County’s land trust, prior to registering for its Run for the Hills 10K trail race. As I darted along well-manicured singletrack and wide cart paths into the Pingree Woodland—formerly the Pingree Estates—I soon realized that the competition was as much a celebration of the land Greenbelt preserves and maintains as…

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On a recent trail run in the Middlesex Fells with my two training partners, two of us ran into a bit of unexpected trouble. We were attempting to complete the technical and hilly Skyline Trail, which clocks in at around 8 miles, and we had time constraints. One in our group became a bit sluggish…

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I admit the reason I ended up at Cat Rock Park, in Weston, Mass., was its proximity—just over 4 miles from my front door. Beyond that convenience, my expectations were low in part because of its other name: 80 Acres. But it turns out that’s just the name of the meadow in the park’s center….

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While my fellow dads and I had been frequenting the Middlesex Fells for our early Sunday trail runs, we recently rediscovered a trail network further to the northeast, but equidistant from our homes in Boston: Lynn Woods Reservation. Operated by the City of Lynn, the 2,200-acre reservation is said to be the second largest municipal…

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A recent string of May showers relegated me to the Green Line instead of my usual bike commute—but all wasn’t lost. On one wet morning, as the train neared Chestnut Hill Station in Newton, Mass., I caught a glimpse of something surprising: trails! Lush, winding trails covered in a soft bed of orange needles and…

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It’s Boston Marathon weekend. As runners stream into Boston for the historic race, the air is electric with positivity, sportsmanship, and achievement. On Friday, needing new road flats, I head over to the marathon expo in the Back Bay to try on a few pairs and breathe in the sites and sounds of Boston at…

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We may be full-on into springtime running weather here in Greater Boston, but further north, where a foot of snow still blankets most peaks and valleys, it’s still ski season. Lacing up our trail shoes and heading out for a run in the White Mountains, in other words, probably seems a long way off for…

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For the last year at least, my Sunday morning alarm has gone off at 5:25 a.m. I roll out of bed, get dressed in the dark—quietly, so as not to wake the wife or kids—and collect several essentials: gloves, a headlamp, a water bottle, a nutrition bar, and any stocking hat or jacket I need,…

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