2014 was a breakthrough year for me, so I indulged in a year-in-review to highlight a lot of the best moments. Happy Past Year, Happy New Year!

2014 was a breakthrough year for me, so I indulged in a year-in-review to highlight a lot of the best moments. Happy Past Year, Happy New Year!
The coach for Magdalena Boulet and other champion runners talks about his principles of training, the ingredients for success as a runner, and how to “do the least amount of work you can do to get the maximum benefit.”
My news at year’s end: I’m accepting coaching clients, and more! Here’s an update on my personal, professional and athletic plans—plus, a mini race report at the end.
From packs to headlamps to books for runners, I’m getting on the gift guide bandwagon to spotlight some products I discovered and genuinely like.
“Preparation is the key to success,” a coach I used to train with liked to say. This post covers the mental, logistical and physical preparation that gave me a fast and fun first 100-miler.
One year after a DNS caused by injury, I’m going back to the race to attempt my first 100-miler.
This is the story of how I became friends with and virtually coached an unlikely ultrarunner in her first 24-hour endurance event. The story begins one month ago, and I admit, I was a little drunk.
Would our tent hold in the storm? Probably. I wasn’t worried. I actually felt calm, cozy and secure. I had developed a mindset of taking anything and everything in stride. Whatever happened, happened.
Whereas Stages 1 and 2 were like an appetizer and salad course, Stage 3 would be the Grand to Grand Ultra’s Supersized Full Meal Deal. It would dish up hot, hard roads; steep, rocky climbs; debilitating deep-sand tracks; gnarly, in-your-face vegetation; slippery slickrock, monotonous highway shoulders, and beautiful, baffling fine-sand dunes—relentless, towering, engulfing sand dunes.
I was completely unplugged, off the grid and rocking out. I was going native, kicking ass and feeling half my age. And it just kept getting better. Inevitably—hilariously—something had to harsh my buzz.