Hi! I’m Austin.

I love to run.

I sell running shoes to pay the mortgage and review running shoes for the chance to insert pop culture references between remarks about uppers and midsoles and outsoles.

I’m a Georgia native and live north of Atlanta with my wife, son, and daughter. “Georgia On My Mind” by Ray Charles still stirs my soul.

Running (and ample music courtesy of a red iPod Nano) is the cardiovascular catalyst for analyzing my fascinating, temporal life on the blue marble.

Hill & Dale, short for “up hill and down dale,” refers to mountains and valleys, respectively. That’s running. That’s life.

I planned to manage two newsletters—one about running and one about stories devoid of yogging (the j is soft) references—but decided to unearth all the memories, running or otherwise, here.

Hill & Dale is my space to write about the business of running and the bizarreness of running; about pace and piss; about speed and sorrow; about fartleks and farts; about rain and rest; about failure and flight and music and movies and restoration and love.

Thank you for reading and subscribing!

Onward.