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.

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.
“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.
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.
Spend the afternoon at a trail-running film showcase that features incredible, inspiring stories of runners and captivating footage of trails.
At a 50K race, which I used as a pack training run for the Grand to Grand Ultra, one runner wondered if I was a Marine and another asked, in all seriousness, if I eat dog food.
What makes Hardrock so slow? It’s not just the thin air. It’s the ever-changing terrain, which includes broken-up rock, boggy mud, slick snow, rushing streams. It’s the skill and care required to spot hard-to-find trail markers when no clear trail is apparent; to step methodically and precisely along the face of a summit while leaning […]
I was ready to do everything I could to help Betsy hike and run over several more summits, to traverse boggy canyons and sweeping alpine basins, to ford knee-high rivers and fight back nausea. I was ready to ascend my first 14’er on a dark and stormy night.