I’m not normally a name dropper (though I did recently regale GTB with the story of the time BFE and I smoked cigarettes on a back porch with Anthony Bourdain), but I know this guy.

I must have met him after the big injury they mention in 2001, because he didn’t seem like much of a runner then. He seemed more like a heavy drinking Irish guy who could spin quite a yarn about Communist goats living in Ballard and what happens when you split a human body 1,000 times with lasers (“It’s not a metaphor!”)

Anyway, I’m glad to see he’s doing well. And I can’t wait to read his new book.

Michael Collins is driven to extremes

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