I Would Do Anything for Love

How do you know when it’s time to pull the plug? What is it that you’re holding onto when you make the choice to keep going? What exactly are you fighting for? Why does it matter to you? These are the questions I was grappling with while running the Kettle Moraine 100 this past weekend, but theContinue reading “I Would Do Anything for Love”

Playing Support: Bryce Canyon 100 Recap

Last weekend I had my first experience crewing a friend in a 100 mile race. The thought of taking on a supporting role in an endeavor like this has always been daunting to me because of the responsibility involved. It would mean being exactly in the right place well ahead of time, remembering which suppliesContinue reading “Playing Support: Bryce Canyon 100 Recap”

Running Out of Time: SCAR FKT Recap

THE APPROACH “I feel foolish for trying.”“I think you’d be foolish not to try.” “I don’t want to let you or anyone down.”“You won’t be letting me or anyone else down. I know you will give it your all.” “I’m wondering if I’m playing with fire here.”“Are you playing with fire? I have to sayContinue reading “Running Out of Time: SCAR FKT Recap”

Strength in Numbers: Chasing the OTQ at the Houston Marathon

As eager runners crowded into the corralled start area of the Houston Marathon, I stepped off to the side, took a deep breath, and removed my fleece hoodie which had been my only protection from the wind and cold. I looked ahead at the shivering, lanky runners bunched together tightly; partly to be as closeContinue reading “Strength in Numbers: Chasing the OTQ at the Houston Marathon”

I’d Like to Start Over: NYC Marathon Recap

It’s no coincidence that in the aftermath of a four week music tour then running the New York City Marathon soon after, I’ve gone through my house and filled bag, after bag, after bag, of things I don’t need. For one thing, I found on tour that I was perfectly happy living with only whatContinue reading “I’d Like to Start Over: NYC Marathon Recap”

The Thrill of the Chase

The sun began to cast its first glimmers of pink and orange across the Willamette River. I rummaged through my sock drawer until I found what I was looking for: my white knee-high compression socks, reminiscent of those made famous by local Olympian Shalane Flanagan. I told myself I wasn’t going to race in the Portland ShamrockContinue reading “The Thrill of the Chase”