The Moult

So I’m reading this book, 12 Rules for Life, by 4chan hero Jordan Peterson. It’s a pretty decent book if you can ignore the fascist-y undertones. The book doesn’t have anything to do with what’s to follow except that I have lobsters fresh in my mind. Mmm, fresh lobster.

Besides being territorial little fighters with an ancient social hierarchy, lobsters are delicious. No, hold on … What was I going to say? Oh yeah.

Besides being delicious, lobsters moult, or shed their shells. They grow a new, soft shell underneath their old, brittle shell, then climb on outta there. For a while after shedding the old shell our lobster friend is mushy and vulnerable, but soon enough she’ll be as strong as before and ready to do her lobster thing. Her new shell is not the same as the old one, but the process gives her the potential for change and growth. Neat!

Note of vindication for metaphor haters: snails do not moult. I looked it up.

In the last pile of words I heaped onto the Internet I hemmed and hawed a bit about the potential fate of Salty Running and whinged some about my own potential fate, should I take on the responsibility of keeping it afloat (heavy is the head, woe to the burden-bearer, blah blah). I have often found whinging to be a fruitless enterprise, but in this case there were fruits! Also neat.

Not only have people pitched me potential new contributors, a few of our former contributors said they would be interested in writing more stuff for SR. Very neat!

Here’s where the lobster business comes in:

We outgrew that shell even while we were stuck in it. Like…imploded inside it. Like the stuff I wrote in that last post (the Chute) was half the tale of how sticking with the old shell made us implode and the other half was the ramblings of a scared lobster (me) with a soft shell (to beat a dead metaphor) who is facing the unknown and trying to figure out what changes to make.

Salty Running won’t be quite the same as it was when we were pumping out nine articles a week. Our new incarnation will be a little less heavy on the editorial side, but my guess is that most of our readers are okay with that, especially if it means we can do other cool stuff. I have another guess that our readers would like it if I shut up about site operations crap and shut-down scares and just published something about running, for crying out loud.

And running all starts with a first step. Step one: get my team together!

That said, I am officially putting out a call for a few good women to become Saltines and write for the blog. If you’re in, fill out the form on this page. There is so. much. information. on that page, but it’s all pretty valid and good, so I kept it.

If you’re a returning Saltine and would like to write something, please do! I love you and will be glad to have you come back. Hop onto Slack or drop me an email and let’s get this party started. The biggest reason I’m taking this on is that I have heard so much from readers about how they love and miss the Saltines. They’d love to hear what you’re up to!

Confused? Have questions? Ideas? Just want to throw some rotten tomatoes at me? You can always hit me up at info (at)


Cinnamon made Salty Running, takes lots of pictures and drinks lots of coffee. By day she's a camera assistant for films and tv in New York, and by night she's on a quest for zen in the 10k. Her writing is a mix of satirical humor, finding wholeness as an average runner, cheering for runners at all paces and more.

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