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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
I've always liked the first mile best: the one where nothing exists yet.
I am a builder of teams, systems, and The Quiet Mile. I've spent twenty-five years in operations at Google, Specialized, Driscoll's, General Mills, and Dell, mostly taking things from nothing to working. I have been a competitive athlete for as long as I can remember, across cycling, triathlon, marathons, and ultras, and these days I'm mostly a runner. 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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