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The mile where the noise drops out.
Somewhere in a long run, the commentary stops. You're on a ridge with the fog below you, deep in a redwood canyon where the only sound is the creek, or miles down an empty road, and for a while you're simply there. That's the quiet mile. The essay series is about what happens in it, and what you can carry back out.
— The Quiet Mile
Built in Big Sur
The Quiet Mile was born on the trails of Big Sur and the coast around it: fire roads above the fog line, redwood canyons, the stretch of Highway 1 between the Santa Lucias and the Pacific. Big Sur is where the idea took shape, and it's still home ground. But it grew as miles continued — Marin Headlands, Sierra Nevadas, Colorado Rockies.
About Jason
Running is where I stop doing and start being.
I've spent most of my life building things: teams, companies, systems, the next thing. Running is the one place where I don't have to build anything. I just have to show up. The legs do the hard work, the noise in my head settles, and for a while I'm simply a person moving through a beautiful place. I've been chasing that feeling for more than thirty-five years, across cycling, triathlon, marathons, and ultras, and these days I'm mostly a runner. The Quiet Mile is where I write about what those miles give back: strength, clarity, and the occasional moment of awe. I'm not writing as an expert. I'm writing as someone who's still out there learning. I'm a husband and a dad, and I live with my family where Highway 1 turns south into Big Sur.
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