Spartan Ultrabeast: The Happiest Place on Earth
The winners have been declared, the legs have become mobil-ish again, and the bruises and scrapes have begun to heal. And all I can think is “Woo, let’s do it again!” That was fun. No, seriously: SO...
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The Trouble with Chicking
As I passed a group of guys at the sandbag carry during the Indiana Spartan Sprint this past weekend, I heard “Are you kidding? She’s passing us. A girl. Fuuuuuuuuuck.” Yay me, right? Woo women! Go...
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The Push for Legitimacy
At my grandma’s 90th birthday party following the Pacific Northwest Spartan Sprint, I found myself in a conversation with a family friend, who I hadn’t seen in years, trying to explain the race I had...
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One Year Later: Spartan Race Championships
If there is one thing I learned from the Reebok Spartan Race World Championships this past weekend, it’s that you can EASILY get rope burn through clothing. Tyrolean TraversePhoto credit: Scott...
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On being broken, rehab and recovery
Before I begin, let me preface that I am not a medical professional and hold no qualifications or certifications (even meaningless ones where you pay one thousand bucks for a t-shirt), and the last...
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Reflections: 2015 in Review
Is this the real life? I found myself asking that question several times throughout 2015. Ok, maybe on an (almost) daily basis. (And then it’d be followed by hours of trying to get “Bohemian Rhapsody”...
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Injury, Identity and the Athlete
Yesterday, I decided to clean out the trunk of my car. It’s long overdue. As I surveyed the contents, I took notes (and yes, I realize this is disgusting): 9 pairs of trail shoes. 3 pairs of road...
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Recovery: On realizing you aren’t superhuman
It’s been 6 weeks since that fateful run where lightning bolts shot down my leg. When the initial MRI was taken, and my sentence was given (12 weeks until running, etc.), a part of me held out hope in...
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“When Will You Be Back?”
It has been almost two months since I received the ok to cast the crutches to the curb.Two months since I re-entered the world of bipedalism after three long months with the sticks. And two months...
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I Fear My Own Return
Fear. I’ve spent the better part of the past year advocating embracing fear – running towards fear, instead of running away from it. That (to butcher the words of Cheryl Strayed) an overwhelming sense...
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2017: A Year of Rediscovering Joy
I’ve talked a lot how I do a lot of my runs to a single song on repeat – past favorites include everything from Smashing Pumpkin’s “Tonight Tonight” to BabyMetal’s “Karate” to NEEDTOBREATHE’s “Keep...
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