There's not really another word for it. Jonah Becker is playing on his bike this morning, bunny-hopping logs alongside a trail in San Franciscos Golden Gate Park, executing borderline-balletic dismounts and remounts and hucking up his back wheel, a move that mountain bikers call an endo or nose wheelie.
Robert Field had owned a kayak for all of five months and paddled it into the open ocean just twice. Both times he had tagged along with more experienced anglers and ventured 4 miles out into the Gulf of Mexico, where the water was as flat as a millpond and the fish practically jumped into his boat. King, mackerel, red snapper-they were bitin like crazy, Field says. And Im thinking, This offshore stuff, everyone acts like its hard. Clearly, Im a natural.
James Quarles's workout is more than just an eight-mile run through San Francisco. Its his first meeting of the day-even if its just a meeting with himself. He solves problems and hatches business plans for <a href="https://www.strava.com/" id="15bf1c26-3186-3937-a366-e3429f75e86c"> Strava </a> , the 40-million-strong social network for runners and cyclists that hes run for two years. I use my workout for free space, creative thinking, and being inspired, he says.
<strong> The wind </strong> comes diving down the cliffs of the Koolau Range, funneling through the Palolo Valley and over the football field of Honolulus St. Louis School, winner of Hawaiis last three state championships. During practice, quarterback coach Vinny Passas prefers that his charges throw into the teeth of that wind.
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