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JFK 50 Mile Race Report
Photo by Paul Encarnación At 6:30am on a crisp, chilly morning, just as the sun was just beginning to rise, my friend Tara and I dashed across the start line of the JFK 50 Mile in the little historic downtown of Boonsboro, Maryland. We had been huddled up in a coral of runners as if…
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A Rose by Any Other Name
Photo by Jason Hill Itās that time again: the Fastest Known Time of the Year nominations are open, and my social media feed is flooded with photos and stories of amazing athletes and efforts from the last year. I submitted a nomination right away for a friend that I feel hasnāt gotten nearly enough attention…
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Not All for Naught!
Above is a photo from my walk to school from the subway station. Most days it is bouncy walk full of optimism of the day ahead. It usually starts with a couple hours of practice to myself, followed by classes, lessons, and rehearsals. Occasionally it is the walk of doom if I know I have…
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When the Dreaded Fog Recedes
I took the above photo during an unplanned run break while at school this week. The fall colors in New England have not disappointed. Just when I thought weād reached āpeak foliageā, the shades of red, orange, and yellow have only become more brilliant. Last week I wrote a bit about the struggle to get…
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Light in the Dark
When I think back to the times in my life Iāve been in the most blissful state of happiness, itās been directly correlated with movement, whether it is on a dance floor, up on a stage, or out on one of those brilliant runs where you feel you could go on forever. In those moments…
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The Show Must Go On!
The world will keep spinning with or without you so you might as well jump onboard. This little phrase popped up in my head this morning as I was getting ready for the day. My work load is growing and growing, and Iām finding my days packed to the brim with little compromises being made…
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A Horrifying Opportunity for Growth
The neighborsā footsteps up above. The rigorous flute scales from the practice room next door. My cat, Bo, singing (yowling) at 2am. The conversation next to me in the coffee shop. The squealing brakes of the train rushing into the station. The distant sound of cars racing down the interstate, heard from even the remotest…
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I See Trees of Green
Last spring I began exploring the idea of a new creative project. I purchased a Go Pro camera and started experimenting with making little videos of my run adventures. It was mostly out of pure, silly fun and curiosity more than anything. Not long after, my world turned upside down. It was the end of…
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Where I Call Home
āAt the end of the day, it isnāt where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere Iām going and never have been before.ā ā Warsan Shire Itās been two months since I left Portland, the place I called home for thirteen years. I spent the interim in the Green Mountains of Vermont in pursuit of…
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Long Trail: A New Approach – Day 7
Day 7 – Sunday 7/17/2022 Bear Hollow Shelter (218.3) to Northern Terminus / Canadian Border (272.0) 53.5 miles / 16,909 ft gain / 14,918 ft loss 2.6 mph Start: 11:28pm (Saturday 7/16) Finish: 8:12pm (Sunday 7/17) Elapsed: 20h 43m I woke up to my vibrating phone alarm, bzz-bzz-bzz-bzzzzzz. Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzzzzzz. I had chosen the “Beethoven’s 5th” setting which…