I felt a burning determination to finish this course, partly because I was the only over-50 woman entered. The drive also comes from the paradox of ultrarunning: the more I wear myself out, the more powerful I feel during and after.

I felt a burning determination to finish this course, partly because I was the only over-50 woman entered. The drive also comes from the paradox of ultrarunning: the more I wear myself out, the more powerful I feel during and after.
Getting ready to road trip to Telluride, an annual pilgrimage that does something to my psyche. Keeps me younger, makes me tougher. Reminds me what I’m made of and where I came from. Because I was a wild child, thanks to Telluride.
Sometimes it’s important to shelve a rigorous training plan and use running simply for solace. Last month was one of those times for me. This is the story of how I said goodbye to my dad, and how running helped me through it.