I’m jogging across the gravel parking lot, my car in sight, that final wave of relief so welcome I could cry. But I already did that today, twice, and I don’t feel like adding more tears to the cocktail of sweat, urine, and the contents of an energy gel that I am somehow plastered with.
Read MorePart 1 of my journey to race in all of the national forests in which my dad worked.
Read MoreHow did I get here?
Here. The end of the line on a remote trail, winding high through slickrock to a lone natural arch, with an expansive, breathtaking view beyond. Other days, “Here” has been a winter wonderland, my footsteps blazing fresh tracks in snow that newly frosts the evergreens above, creating a magical, quiet softness and all I can hear is the crunch of each step.
Read MoreNothing goes as planned. When I first fell in love with running, I thought that a long term plan was about patience and determination, two things within my control. In a crazed, anxious state, I clicked “Complete Registration” on some races that sounded a little bit nuts, but I was excited and optimistic and probably a little bit manic, and I had a realistic strategy for how to get there.
Read MoreIn early February 2020, the girls and I took a vacation to Puerto Rico. I look back on it now with more sorrow than I would like, because it marked the end of an era.
Read MoreTravel blogging is all about writing stories from a trip that took place over two years ago, right? Am I doing this correctly?
No, but I’m doing it my way.
Read MoreConsidering our New Zealand trip took place over 1.5 years ago (!!!), it’s safe to say I am well overdue for some posts on this.
Read MoreHere’s a very short story about my annual pilgrimage to the mountain reservoir near my home.
Read MoreIn July 2018, I biked from Fort Collins to Steamboat Springs, with camping gear strapped to the bike.
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