New Year, New Adventures, New Blog.

As I sit here amidst the incredible beauty and humidity of the beach off the Costa Rican jungle and, as I run on the dusty road that follows the shoreline, as I soak in the sun that is so strong it forces any negativity out of my brain, I am relaxing. Finally. The food is delicious and wholesome–the sweetest mangos …

My Body Is Not an Obstacle

I was in the second stage of the TransRockies Run, heading up to Hope Pass on the Sheep Gulch Trail, when I heard faraway rumbles of thunder. I should say “we”—I was with the sweeps, whose job was to stay with the last runner in the race. They hurried me, though I felt like I could move no more quickly than …

An Open Letter to Women Who Aren’t Putting Their Needs First

Over the past 2 1/2 years, I have been on the receiving end of this question more than at any point in my life. It isn’t only because I’m a runner who does races where there are aid stations with rad volunteers and generous helpings of salt tablets. It isn’t because I’m a runner who has done a bunch of …