In 2018, I made a big deal out of my goal to run a hundred mile ultramarathon in less than 24 hours. I told everyone who stopped long enough to hear: runners, friends, family, grocery store clerks, hairdressers, baristas, toddlers, other people’s pets, you name it. Would making my sub-24 …
The story of a UTMB DNF and the physical and mental bullshit that comes along for the ride.
When training for UTMB, the last thing you want to find out is your Achilles heel is…. your actual heel.
Miss Tenacity, as part of my own personality, was born out of a love of trails. And the idea of tenacity has grown, as we all have, into something more expansive and embracing. This kind of tenacity is about women who run trails and often run really dang long trails. …
A few weeks ago I was running down a trail with a friend new to the amazing world of trail pounding. And then, they pounded. Caught a rock with their toe and landed with their ankle on another rock. Oof, and there goes a few ligaments. We got back to …
The tongue-in-cheek bumper stickers and t-shirts are clear: running and hiking are a direct substitute for therapy. Is this true? I’d say . . . sort of. Maybe. Rarely. Here’s why: if I were to categorize running as therapy, it is akin to psychoanalysis. Wait, what? Hear me out. In …
100 milers are a fascinating study in mellow focus. There’s a flow state that happens when you just go, but not get sloppy. I found this state repeatedly during my race, but especially in the dark. I needed to keep the wheels on.
Momentum is what takes training consistency and turns it into joy and speed.
It was Sunday, 10 in the morning, in the vicinity of the finish line of the Stagecoach 100 mile race. I was not functioning well as a human person. “Hey, I couldn’t find you!” said Geoff after I’d wandered off for another unplanned nap in the back of the enormous …
“Ugh. Griffith? I am so over Griffith.” So sayeth hundreds of trail runners, all over Los Angeles. And I get it, to a point. The horse trails dotted with grassy chunks of poo and, on drier days, the dusty aroma of said chunks. The throngs of families out for strolls …
