God, Me, and Dirt

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 …

Transitional Grit

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 …

To The 15-Year-Old Me

I was driving home from a trail run the other day, windows down, feeling amazing, listening to my favorite radio morning show on KLove. Ahh... endorphins flowing, sun shining... everything is just... right. The host began a discussion that instantly grabbed my attention: "What if you could somehow write a letter to your 15-year-old self?" …

Grindstone 100: Hanging On To Hope

It wasn't a normal 100 for me ...if there is such a thing as a normal 100. Most hundreds hurt in more ways than one. But this one-- it was pure mental, emotional, and physical hell for reasons I could not have foreseen...

Walk the Line

A few months ago, the editor of a major running magazine spent a long time interviewing me for an article about addiction in running. I poured my heart out, but never saw it published. So I battled back and forth for awhile, torn between letting the story go, if I wanted to go there, yada …