the (mis)adventures of an ultrarunner
Fear has never controlled me. In fact, facing and conquering it has always been quite the driving force in my life. Over the course of the last 30 years, this infatuation with fear and its ensuing adrenaline has taken many forms: diving into pools before I could swim, jumping off buildings without any kind of …
For the last 8 weeks or so, I've been training to run a half marathon. I know what you're thinking, if someone can run 100 miles, why would they need to prepare for 13.1? Trust me, they are NOT one and the same. Lord have mercy. Ultras I can typically survive with some redbull and …
I know that most of you want to bury 2016, and I'll admit, it was kind of majorly terrible for me too, but one nice little chunk of happiness did develop in my life last year. Her name is Molly. Let me tell ya' 'bout Molly. You know that super fast friend that is always …
This is Part 1, of a two post series about my latest adventure- the S.M.A.W. Please note that while I was in a bit of a funk last year when this was written, I'm in a much happier place! Thanks for reading, and I hope you'll stick around for the entire story. From the outside looking …
I wrote this in 2013, but finally decided to publish today. It took place at the 2013 Pinhoti 100, but it's not a race report. You can learn more about that race HERE. Thanks for reading, and happy trails! I said I'd never do it again, this 100 mile thing. Add that to my list of …
I get these so often... And if you've ever even attempted a race longer than a marathon, I know you've gotten them too. It's not their fault they don't understand the ultra sickness. Here's an article to toss their way to help clear up any misconceptions. Q.) 100 Miles? Did you know I don't even like …
Not too long ago, I stepped in front of my full length mirror like I do every day. Post workout, drenched in sweat, no makeup, and completely undressed. As I looked, I felt what I've felt daily since I was a girl.... disappointment. I instinctively covered up my bare chest with my arms, glanced at …
I am a Christian woman. Born and raised deep in the South, I may not be exactly who you are picturing. I own no pearl necklaces or pastel pant suits. I have never attended a potluck dinner. I haven't set foot in a Sunday School room since I was 12, and the word "revival" still …
For the past week, I have been in bed battling a nasty bout of Pneumonia. This morning, I finally felt a slight spark of energy to go for a short run. I laced up, dropped my kids at my Mom's, and headed to the nearest trailhead. By the time I got to the park, I …
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