Hands in the leaves, briers scraping my arms, tears streaming down my sweaty face: “I just gotta get to the road.” The scene was all too familiar. Here I was, broken yet again, alone as usual, and crawling through the woods on hands and knees. Completely taken out by one tiny root, and one tiny ankle. Continue reading “Stubborn Ankles”
the (mis)adventures of an ultrarunner
ASHRUNS100s 