What goes up…

That feeling of reaching a summit, when those last few hundred feet of vertical struggle is over, there is a feeling of relief, humility, awe, gratitude, achievement – but it is brief, and after a few minutes, it’s time to turn around and go back the way you came.  It’s not that the view gets old or that you don’t want to savor the moment, but the goal has been achieved and no matter where you sit, some pointy rock edge is jamming you in the ass – it gets cold and windy and chances are a storm will roll in before too long.  Before the journey down the mountain is even over, you find yourself already craving another and reminiscing about the journey up, almost wishing you were still headed in that direction.

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Dirty 30 part one – personal lessons from my first ultra

One of the main drivers behind my desire to run ultras is curiosity.  Come to think of it, the main driver behind most everything I do is curiosity…

After reading Born to Run about 7 years ago, the book that introduced me to the concept of both trail running and ultra running, I became fascinated with the topic.  I was living in Atlanta and ran mostly road, topping out at about 5 miles.  I had no idea that I would move to Boulder or run ultras.  By the time I decided to move out to Colorado, I was completely captivated by trail running and trail runners – I had visions of bumping into Scott Jurek every time I went for coffee and becoming BFFs.  Well, I have run into him several times, but I’m pretty sure he just thinks I’m a creep…  Turns out he’s not the only trail runner in this town and I’ve made a good few trail friends here, most of whom can confirm that I’m not a creep…

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Craving leads to suffering, suffering leads to craving pizza

When I was in high school, I was attracted to guys who were interested in having deep conversations about philosophy or economics or anything I was curious about, which was everything.  The first and last to break me was one of those.  He was one of the smartest people I’ve ever known and a true original thinker.  I met him when I was his math tutor.  He was crazy smart but didn’t care about proving it.  He introduced me to the author Douglas Coupland and more specifically the book Life After God.  I read it at least three times, reveling in the fact that someone could articulate with such sarcastic wit, the existential curiosity that lived within me.

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This title is evolving

How does a girl who grew up constantly being told “you’re so smart, you’re so pretty, you’re going to go so far in life” spend so many years feeling worthless, only to level-up to imposter syndrome once she gets older?  I figured it out yesterday while slow-jögging  up Green-Bear, as there is magic that happens when I move my feet in the dirt.  Self-worth, for those of us not innately blessed with it, has to be and more importantly, can beearned.  While I appreciate the external validation from the well-intentioned adults, it focused on celebrating qualities that were completely out of my control and did nothing to help me develop a sense of value or grow as a person. What I needed was to be taught a growth mindset.

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I went to the dark recesses of my mind and all I got was this stupid blog post.

I “used to” have this superstition that if I acknowledged an area of my life that was going well or that I was excited about something, I would jinx it and it would all fall apart.  I think I still feel that way to a degree.  I keep the things that excite me to myself, especially when they are still delicately taking shape.

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Others get divorced and buy a Porsche

I’m gonna need a new hydration vest.

On December 30th, I wrote that post on goals, fully intending to sign up for the Mount Hood 50k as my annual destination race.  My schedule was coming together nicely… Continue reading Others get divorced and buy a Porsche