Articles by Brandon Yonke

I could hear footsteps becoming exponentially louder, charging in my direction. My eyes darted across the horizon, unable to detect the source of the noise. Like a ghost, a runner slipped out of the fog, soaked from the...

I stood under the jagged skyline of Frozen Head State Park, scanning the briars for signs of movement. I was at mile 18, and despite being four hours into the race nobody had passed through. The sounds of cracking bra...