Under Ancient Oaks

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

…Finding It

The morning after our unsuccessful snake hunt, Amber and I woke up cold and damp, wrapped up tightly in our sleeping bags in Cosby campground….Ahh, perfectly uncomfortable..I thought to myself. I unzipped my bag, stretched out the stiffness, and opened the tent to check the weather: cloudy, damp, but warm. I nudged Amber’s bag to wake her up, and grabbed a couple of Clif Bars out of my backpack. I tossed one over to her, ready to get the day started. Continue reading

Lookin’ For Trouble

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.

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The Heart of a Runner

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…

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