By I’ve logged many an asphalt mile since the long-ago day I first stumbled through my first 10K race in rural Illinois. And by race, I mean “run-walk” for 6.2 miles with a determined grimace on my face. By the time the finish line came into view, I was limping from
Tales of Olfactory Madness -or- Fear and Loathing of your Baselayer.
There comes a moment in each of our lives when our sweat-stained, odor-absorbed workout gear enters the room before we do. In polite society, most of us swallow a small gag and deflect the conversation away from the assault on our noses. Great authors* in history had no such compunction.
Golf and the Outdoors: a Cinderella Story?
In our ongoing quest to support outdoor play, plus a nod to our roots in Britain, we at Nikwax are encouraging everyone to take a new look at sports we hardcore types may have eschewed in the past. Today, we golf. In the realm of outdoor sports like skiing, climbing
Personal Ads for Runners from the Nikwax Gazette
SWF ISO TRP: Single white female in search of a trail running partner for early morning ascensions of the nearest 15-degree pitch climb. Prefer someone without much baggage, save for perhaps a Nathan hydration pack for runs longer than 1.5-hours. Likes: agility, scree fields and any season other than allergy season.
Biking: To Clip or Not to Clip?
Blame it on calf envy. Dazzled by the legions of clipless bike commuters (and their sinewy calves) swarming past as I pedaled my commuter bike in slo-mo, I impulsively made the leap: From flat pedals with toe cages (aka “clipped”) to their clipless cousins. Newly attached to my burly green
