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.

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 …

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 …

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 …

Solutions for the Troublesome Outdoorsy Wife

Since the very beginning of time itself, one question has constantly plagued the wives of the outdoor loving breed.. How can a trail craving, earth chasing wife succeed at her domestic duties while remaining true to her wild woman ways? One may never truly know. Yet one can speculate, theorize, and ultimately form a somewhat …

5 Things I Try to Avoid as an Ultra Chick

Why should you take advice from me? Crap. I don't know, you probably shouldn't. Regardless, I'm sitting home on my butt with no work to do, and Daniel is at the store. The result is a post about things I'm either learning to avoid or already learned to avoid being an ultra girl. I'm easily …