Injured? Cancel the pity party, put on an apron (or not) and spend a little extra time in the kitchen with some new recipes that are tasty and good for your injured self.
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
Some thoughts on believing you can win, desperately drinking creek water, my first DNF and ensuing injury. With all the extra time on my hands due to injury, it's a long one...
"Great Faith. Great Doubt. Great Effort." The Three Essentials of Training - Zen Proverb After getting married at the end of January, Jess and I knew we would only have one shot at getting in a honeymoon amid her hectic senior year of researching and interning: spring break! There are plenty of items on the bucket … Continue reading Spring Flingin’ (Antelope Island 50K, Maze District Honeymoon, Zane Grey 50M)
"Forget goals. Value the process." - Jim Bouton Race: Moab Red Hot Distance: 55K (~33.5 miles on the GPS) Story: After finishing up work on Friday I drove down with the Burro and camped with Matt and Char along the Colorado River at a site they had secured earlier that morning. I checked in downtown, met … Continue reading Red Hot(ish) 55K(ish) race report
The descent leading to the third climb was really fun technical running and the fog was really heavy making for an intense sensation of isolation and solitude. I turned on some music to put the mountain lion fears on the back burner and alternated between power hiking and shuffling up the steep third climb. Near the top I saw a coyote disappear into the mist beside the trail.
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!