Let me preface this one by explaining my situation. I love running, for hours and hours and hours. I was doing just that at the San Diego 100 but after about 13 hours my piriformis muscle decided to play the strain game. Two weeks of barely walking, one week of short shuffle hikes and finally … Continue reading 6 Reasons Why Trail Running is Better Than Mountain Biking
At one of the aid stations the volunteers remarked, "You're slamming those shots like a Russian sailor!". By this point in the day the 50K runners were sharing the course and I was happy to have people to chase and exchange "good-jobs" with for motivation. I came in at the end of the third lap with an 11 minute lead, nearly identical splits to lap 2, switched over to my "drop the hammer" playlist and rushed out of the aid station so quickly I forgot to drink any Coke. About a quarter of a mile down the trail I came to a screeching halt...ponies in the trail!
Spring break running report: Monument Valley Half Marathon! Scouting the Zion 100K course! Setting a new Fastest Known Time (FKT) on the Buckskin-Paria route!
6:30 AM, June 14th (Day 18) - I am waist deep in Marble Creek, wading across just moments after packing up camp, and I am wearing every piece of clothing I have with me including my down jacket. Jess starts across behind me, almost goes down in the swift current and looks up. "What should I do?" Should we cross in tandem, look for a better place to cross, wait until it warms up a little more? "Go back." I say between strong breaths caused by the icy cold water rushing over my legs. I mean go back to the bank and we'll figure it out, but by the time I return to the muddy bank I realize I mean go back, go all the way back, home.