Ode to the Beard

November is a funny time of year for ultrarunners. It may be the only time of year when we are not entirely united and immersed in training, racing, and pacing. Some of us are racing on fumes (a.k.a. NF50), others are taking a break, and other are already started on next year's races and goals. November is the home of "stashies at nashies" and "Movember"- most of us need little excuse for a little slovenliness. I myself have been trying to make some training/race/adventure plans for next year and spending some serious time growing my face mullet much to the shagrin of my wife. I keep trying to convince her that in winter will eventually arrive and my lack of facial hygiene is a survival tool. In moments of weakness I bolster my resolve by reading the quips on thebeardly.com

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! And may all your ultra-lottery and beard dreams come true!