I love trail running….Scratch that….I breathe trail running. In fact, it deserves to be one word: trailrunning.. there we go…beautiful.
It’s hard for me to believe that it was two and a half years ago when I ran my first ultra race: Strolling Jim 40 Mile Run. I was bound and determined to prove to myself, my family, my friends..anybody and everybody.. that I could turn my once drug addicted self into someone inspirational. Someone worthwhile. Continue reading
At the heart of every adventure, lies a reason for its existence: a need, a want, a desire… maybe a goal, a fear, or an adrenaline rush… For me? Well, when you break it down, I guess it’s always the same: I’m lookin’ for trouble.
I’ve always been so fascinated with brand power. Continue reading
Numb. Numb and crushed. With a dash of accepted complacency.
A mere twenty miles around the lake on the trail was the seemingly pointless goal of the day. But fifteen in, I suddenly found myself at a crossroads: Continue reading
A few months ago while I was out at Badwater, I got a text from my good friend, Beth McCurdy: “Hey girl, I want to talk to you about something, I have an idea. Call me when you get back to Georgia.” At the time, I was out exploring Red Rock, the Grand Canyon, and working at the greatest races of all time in Death Valley (Badwater) so I pushed the text to the back of my mind. I didn’t think of it again until I got home. Funny though, because that little text would ultimately turn into one of the most inspiring experiences of my life…