I totally forgot I was doing this. Again. 😬🤷🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️ Mach is good to me for not harassing me when I’m down.🤣 Anyway! Update time. To be completely transparent, I didn’t just forget about this blog. I kind of forgot about Cruel Jewel, too. One of my kids has had some ongoing medical problems for the …
Ten and Time
"She just doesn't know when to quit." I hear my mom in my head every single time I find myself in yet another stupid situation I've dug myself into. This time was no different. I had a quick flashback of 16-year-old me snorting another huge line of meth, knowing I'd likely just stepped into territory I couldn't come back from, but not caring one bit. "She's right. Why is she always right." I cursed myself as I dug into my pack for my phone. I was sixty some odd miles into my latest 100 mile effort. It was pitch black. My headlamp battery had died, my charger wasn't working, and I was fumbling trying to find a light--desperate for anything to help me navigate the rocky technical terrain in this section of the Pinhoti Trail. The next aid station was four miles away. Rookie mistake.
My 5 Most Epic Ultra Fails
I have to be honest with you. I'm sick of social media right now. The whole presentation of "this is my perfectly curated life, and my perfectly executed run" just gets old after awhile. It's not real, guys! It's just not. Most people have a LOT of hard stuff going on in their lives, and …
Mayhem with Molly
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 …
Stuck in a Pit
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 …
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?" …
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 …
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