Product Safety Recall

Due to safety concerns about the snaps on the Infant Capilene® Midweight Set, we are implementing a recall of units purchased between August 1, 2021, and January 12, 2023. For more information, including how to identify this product, how to return it and how to get a full refund, please click the link below.

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Rappel de produit pour cause de sécurité

En raison de préoccupations en matière de sécurité concernant les boutons-pression des ensembles Infant Capilene® Midweight, nous procédons au rappel de toutes les unités achetées entre le 1ᵉʳ août 2021 et le 12 janvier 2023. Pour obtenir des renseignements supplémentaires, notamment sur la façon de reconnaître ce produit, de le retourner et d’obtenir un remboursement complet, veuillez cliquer sur le lien ci-dessous.

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I Dream of Running

Greta Hyland  /  Dec 19, 2014  /  2 Min Read  /  Trail Running

By Greta Hyland

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I dream of running, not figuratively but literally. In my dreams it is effortless, exhilarating. When I wake from these dreams I feel pumped and want to jump out of bed and run—there have been times at night when I have.

For a while, running was a nightmare. I got tired. My legs felt like they were filled with sand. My lungs burned, everything hurt and I was miserable. I hated running.

Then, one day it happened. I ran and it was exactly like my dreams.

I didn’t set out to run. I didn’t finally make up my mind to be a runner—starting small and then working my way to further and further distances. I sought solitude. I would go out on a trail and walk. I would walk at a fast pace and get lost in my thoughts.

Over time, walking wasn’t enough. I had to run. And when I did, it didn’t hurt. I wasn’t out of breath and my muscles didn’t stiffen up. I felt light, weightless, like I was flying. It was as though the distinction between me and the land disappeared. I was the trail. I was the scent of pinyon pine and sage. I became the mountain. 

Trail running has changed my life. It has literally made my dreams come true.

 

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Greta Hyland is a writer, runner, lover of nature and beer drinker from the American Southwest.

 

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