A big pot of chili I was stirring while watching TV flipped over. It badly stained a favorite blanket I had on my lap, and I had to throw it away.

The following week I went shopping for a new one, but the prices made me consider making one instead. I’ve read about people making quilts from old clothes and scrap cloth, so I checked my closet. The only thing I had in excess was racing bibs. Perfect! They’re colorful, easy to put together, and it’d look great!

I laid out my race bibs, but there weren’t quite enough. At the next Manito Runners Club run, I asked if anyone had a bunch of old racing bibs I could have. Tony Proctor volunteered, and I arranged to pick them up.

Tony’s been a MRC runner for a long time, and it made sense he had lots of bibs. Since running under 3 hours at the Boston Marathon in 2024, he continued his excellent performances in 2025 with new PRs in the 10k, 15k, 10-mile, half-marathon and our city’s premier running event, the Bloomsday 12k run.

When I went to Tony’s house to pick them up, I explained what I was using them for. He asked what kind of backing I’d put them on.

“None, Tony. It’s a racing bib blanket. Racing bibs and only racing bibs.”

He looked at me ponderously. “Seems it’ll be too thin to call a blanket.”

I told him no way—it’ll be a great blanket that’s so unique and exceptional that it’ll surely bring me 15 minutes of fame.

Tony went to his ponderous expression again. “I think it’ll bring you 1.5 seconds of fame.”

I laughed it off and thanked him for the bibs, but as I drove home, I thought about his 1.5 seconds prediction. Tony’s pretty capable, and he’s quite an accomplished guy; however, I concluded he miscalculated. He made a decimal point error and a unit of measure error.

After I finish the blanket and post a photo on a future blog post, email me if you spent 15 minutes reading this and looking at the photo. That way I can tell Tony he was dead wrong.

Ever since Nike opened a store in downtown Spokane, I’ve taken my old running shoes in for recycling. They accept not only Nikes, but any type and brand of athletic shoes. They are ground up and used in the construction of running tracks across the country.

While running past Shadle Park High School one day, I saw a sign stating the athletic field would soon close for construction of a new running track. Shadle Park is just a few miles from the Nike store. I intuited shoes from the store would be used in the track. I drew up an action plan to find out.

Using a pair of tin snips, I cut small pieces of metal from a tin can. I spread them atop the soles of a pair of old shoes and put them in the oven, upside down. I grabbed a chair and watched through the oven door as the hot steel chunks sank into the soft, gooey soles. After they cooled, I wrote my initials, JJ, in very dark ink all over the shoes, then took them to the Nike store for recycling.

When the track construction project finished up, I went there with metal detector in hand. I started with lane 1 and went all the way around. No signal. I did lane 2, and it was the same thing. It took over 3 hours, but at the beginning of the backstretch, in lane 5, my metal detector went off. Gently prying at the track, I found some metal chunks, and then I hit pay dirt—just visible were my tiny, handwritten initials.

Now that I know I’m a contributor to the track, I feel I have a right to be recognized. I’ve made an appointment to go in next week to petition school administration. I want to see the name of lane 5 at Shadle Park changed to Jim Johnson Lane at Shadle Park Running Track.

I previously wrote how I converted my front yard to a natural landscape with native plants. It allows me to go for a run in the country or go hiking without leaving home.

Now that the weather has warmed, I decided to take a short break from running and do a 3-day backpacking trip in my front yard.

On my first night out, I found a nice camping spot with great views of the neighborhood. My simulated campfire made the evening very pleasant.

I broke camp the next day and explored a wild, remote area of my front yard wilderness. It was so densely vegetated, I couldn’t find a good camping spot. I had to set up camp on my sidewalk, but since I packed a good quality pad, I was still pretty comfortable.

On the last day, I covered a lot of ground and was surprised to run into another hiker—my mail carrier. After handing me a couple letters, she offered her pepper spray in case I ran into a bear. I thanked her, but since it was my last day and I was close to the trailhead/front door, I declined.

After 3 long days of hiking, I was dead tired. However, I so appreciate a front yard where I can slow down and smell the lupines and arrowleat balsamroots.

Many runners who live in places that get snow think it’s a treat. Running as snow is falling is especially charming. The landscape is also visually appealing. If the snowpack is fluffy and deep, it provides a very soft cushion when you slip and fall. What would’ve been a broken rib is just a bruised one instead.

Not all places get snow, which is very rude of Mother Nature; however, there are ways around this. If you run to the arena, where the hockey team plays, or to an ice skating venue, the Zamboni dumps ice shavings, a very close facsimile of snow at the rear of the building. Not only can you find joy running in the soft, slushy pile, you can do some glissading, bringing about a spike in fun levels.

Looking in the distance is another way to find snow. The rain that fell overnight may have come down as snow in the nearby mountains. When their tops turn white, it’s time to call your friends, dress in festive seasonal apparel and take a group photo before caravanning to the mountains.

You can count on a day of delightful schussing, snowballing, and wild, snow running, sure to provide many, hilarious, face-planting spectacles.

I’ve written about making and using running paths in my front yard in the past, but there’s a sea of yellow flowers, so I’ve put a moratorium on front yard running to preserve the lovely scene. The rabbitbrush blossoms attract tons of bees, and despite little threat of being stung because of their docility, I want to be considerate of their pollen gathering.

Speaking of bees, a couple times I’ve been walking and suddenly heard, but couldn’t see, a swarm. It alarmed me until I realized it wasn’t a swarm – someone nearby was flying a drone.

Toward the end of summer, I interrupted my running routine by doing a couple backpacking trips of five days each in the Eagle Cap Wilderness in Oregon. A friend, Erik Smith, joined me for a couple days.

In the below photo, I’m atop Aneroid Mountain, the 9th highest peak in Oregon at 9,702 ft (2,957 m).

On my second trip I made a base camp at Chimney Lake, pictured below, and did day hikes.

I came across an old mining adit near John Henry Lake. I hadn’t planned on spelunking, but I had a headlamp in my backpack.

It’s well known that monsters hang out in dark places, like closets and caves, so I paused at the entrance. I heard growls and snarls deep inside. I really wanted to go in, but I wasn’t packing monster spray. You’d think bear spray would work, but it doesn’t—monsters like spiciness. I also didn’t want to be featured in the news story, “Hiker Roughed up by Monsters at Bottom of Cave.” I passed on the spelunking opportunity.

A couple months ago, I added to my writing workload by starting a Threads account, Meta’s equivalent of Twitter/X. The intent is the same as I Must Run Everywhere—to express my sense of humor.

The posts are short—one to three sentences, occasionally longer, and I only do a post when I’ve come up with something I consider sufficiently amusing, which so far is about twice a week. Here are a couple I’ve done recently:

It’s not just people who have ulterior motives. Drove to Mt. Spokane to pick huckleberries. I slowed down for a deer at the roadside, then watched in the rearview mirror as the car behind me stopped and waited and waited in vain for it to cross. Kudos to me not falling for that deer’s mind games.

On this day from the Family Conflict Archive: Told 10yo she committed a big mess and sent to Mom. 10yo’s adept at small word changes that make a big difference. Wife blew up at me for asking 10yo to make a big mess commitment.

If you’re interested in a possible chuckle with minimal time investment, you’ll find this site at threads.net/@boxman.in.Spokane.

With the weather getting warmer, bugs are coming out. It’s motivated me to schedule a much anticipated lecture in which I talk about bugs I see while running.

Some readers may recall I gave such a lecture several years ago, and you may be wondering why I’ve waited so long to schedule another. I apologize for the wait. Though I know the names of common bugs, I have no idea what most are called. To make up for it, I’ll give very, very detailed descriptions. I’m also reserving time near the end of the five-hour event for participants to share their own bug sightings.

So start paying attention while you’re out running. Bug sightings can include just one bug or a whole swarm. I doesn’t matter if they’re airborne, scurrying about on the ground or just sitting there, motionless. Descriptions of dead bugs are also welcome.

Though I’ll limit my descriptions to sightings made only in the past year, I’m including information about the epic ant horde of 2022 that was so thick, you couldn’t see the corner of my sidewalk in my backyard.

I’ve reserved a large space as I expect interest for this event to be intense. I urge attendees to make reservations quickly to guarantee a seat.

I’m sure after watching the friendly invitation in the below video, you’ll rush to make arrangements to attend my big, can’t miss, bug lecture.

In a post last year, Mysterious Animal in my Front Yard, I wrote about a creature that took up residence in my front yard. Even though many people don’t believe they exist, I’ve concluded the animal is Sasquatch, also known as Bigfoot.

My efforts to catch sight of the Sasquatch have failed over the months – until now. Last week I was doing a run on my front yard running paths when I collided with something that knocked me to the ground.

I couldn’t understand what happened because there was nothing in my path to collide with. When I looked back, I had the shock of my life. Standing not ten feet away was Sasquatch, glaring at me. My front yard cam captured the image below.

The stare down lasted but a moment – the Sasquatch darted away, and by the time I got to my feet, he had vanished. I was mystified how he could appear and then disappear so quickly. It’s like Sasquatch have magical powers. Unfortunately, he was just outside the viewing range of my front yard camera.

It’s hard keeping such an amazing experience to myself. However, when I tell others, I’m mystified yet again. You’d think my eye witness account would result in astonishment and follow up questions. Instead people laugh or act like I’m trying to pull a fast one on ’em.

In the below photo, my amazing Sasquatch experience is causing fellow members of the Manito Running Club, Madeline Reich and Mike Tonkyn, to laugh non-stop.

Madeline laughed so hard she got a stomach ache. I heard Mike laughing on and off the entire run.

I’ve been nicknamed Sasquatch Jim, and asked when I’m going to get to the bottom of other mysteries like the Loch Ness Monster and aliens. This infuriates me. How can I solve the Loch Ness monster mystery? I don’t live in Scotland. And why would Sasquatch Jim take on aliens? I have no reason to get involved with aliens unless I saw them living in my front yard.

If I happen to run into any of you readers, I’ll expect the utmost in respect and consideration as I tell my story. If not, Sasquatch Jim will get very, very, angry.

Used to be I didn’t carry any sort of device while running. However, because I really want to be a fancy boy, I’ve positioned myself at the forefront of a new trend—carrying binoculars while running. More about this in a minute.

A couple women once complimented me for not getting sucked into carrying a device that has GPS tracking. They told me sometimes the pleasure of running is lessened by giving so much attention to all the stats a device gives.

I had to deflect the compliment because the reason I don’t carry a device is that I lack initiative. Sometimes I am interested in the pace or the distance, and I’ll ask someone I ran with who has one.

Usually, judging my pace and distance works for me, and I can often be pretty close. It’s only recently that I finally started using any kind of device—a headlamp for nighttime running.

In a post from earlier this year, How to Become a Really Slow Runner, I detailed how I’ve slowed down immensely. This is the real reason I run with binoculars—not because I’m trying to be a fancy boy.

When I’m unfamiliar with the route at a running club get-together and I’ve fallen way behind everyone else, I can keep the group in sight. This means search and rescue can have a pleasant evening at home instead of looking for me.

Several times over the past few weeks, I’ve been awoken in the middle of the night by an animal in my front yard grunting and making high-pitched howls.

I transformed my front yard from lawn to native vegetation about 15 years ago. I also made paths so that when I want to go for a run out in the country, I head to my front yard.

I really wanted wildlife in my front yard wilderness, so I hired a consultant, Ruby Redpepper. To evaluate its suitability, she used a cat-like animal native to South Africa that’s an indicator of habitat quality. To my delight, she explained that despite the small size of my yard, it’s so high-quality, a concentrated diversity of wildlife will thrive.

She was right. Over the years I added animals that she suggested. With binoculars in hand, I did a day-long hike hoping to find out what mysterious animal has made a home in my yard.

I was able to get photos of a few animals. I saw several deer. This one lives near my front porch.

I came across a marmot. He lives just outside my bedroom window.

A red-tail hawk has a nest in one of my pine trees. He’s often perched on an old TV antennae on my roof looking for a meal.

I saw a snake near the front curb.

Then I came across the remains of a rabbit. I knew just the person who could identify the predator that got it.

I guessed it was a coyote or fox, but after examining the photo, Ruby Redpepper said a very large and controversial animal did it, but refused to say what.

The remains and the middle-ot-the-night noises were still a mystery, along with why Ruby Redpepper declined to identify the predator. A few days later, I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye and couldn’t believe what I saw. Searching further, I found evidence I was not imagining things.

This footprint is almost 3 times bigger than mine. Obviously it’s bigfoot. Apparently my front yard wilderness is such terrific habitat a bigfoot was drawn to it. But how did it find my yard?

Several days later, I got my answer when I came across this house less than a mile from mine. I’m guessing the population density got too high and one moved on.

I’d really like to observe my front yard Sasquatch. Like people who put up bird feeders to attract birds, I’m going to put up a Sasquatch feeder by my front window. I’m not sure what Sasquatch eat, but I bet they like fruit. I’ll start with that.