Clenching compasses and topographic maps, we tore through the Virginia woods in a frenzied parade.  We dodged roots, hurdled downed trucks, and ducked to avoid getting smacked by saplings.  I looked down.  A trickle of blood oozed from a thorn in my left knee. I felt like a Neanderthal in the midst of a hunt…

Runner’s World, September 2011