Category Archives: Words

I’m not quite sure know how to properly begin this post, so I guess I’ll just start by putting my thoughts to paper. First off, you may be wondering what the hell my “Mini Dark Place” is and why I choose to share such a thing, so, hence, I will explain. There is a North Face athleteContinue reading “MY MINI DARK PLACE by Nick Arndt”

Henry David Thoreau once said, “Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.” This morning, for me, that was definitely the case. Recently, setting out for a run at 6am has been the norm. A two-hour run that starts in complete darkness seems completely unsustainable, but by turning offContinue reading “WORDS by Nick Arndt”

Once more into the night. Banking on faith, in spite. Every shadow has fallen. Echoes of wolves a callin. Safety at his expense. Courage, the best defense. Enduring pride and will. Any chance of a kill? Sincerity in his eyes. Running low on supplies. Bitter the cold, the dark. Hoping luck will give a spark.Continue reading “THE LAST HUNT by Nick Arndt”

(dedicated to Fritz, my German Shorthaired-Pointer) Clock sounds at six. It’s still dark, bitter cold. Early January in northern Indiana. Should I retreat to Dreamland? I break loose from my Chicago Cubs bedding, and put on warm running gear. He hears me creaking down the stairs. I am soon greeted by the fine wine ofContinue reading “WE ARE ONE by Nick Arndt”

Saturday morning, Midnight black crows high, soaring, Echoing battle. The sun is shining, Scarlet leaves, from oaks, falling, Binding battleground. Complete town flocking, Hourly-groomed ground shaking, Fitting the moment. Critics babbling, Reporters interviewing, Holding pens, notebooks. Runners propelling, Death-bitten faces drooping, Revealing hard work. Muscles contracting, Precious, salty sweat leaving, Focusing the mind. Racers move,Continue reading “SATURDAY MORNING by Nick Arndt”