Posted on December 3, 2013
I’m excited to announce that I am now a contributing writer over at Far North Endurance. My new blog series – From Trails to Trials – will chronicle my efforts to balance fast marathons and trail ultras as I train towards qualifying for the 2016 Olympic Marathon Trials.
My top priority is to write content that is of interest, so please do let me know if there are any topics you’d like me to cover as I embark upon this new adventure.
Huge thanks to Far North for the opportunity to share my experiences with your readers. Check out my first post here…
Posted on November 12, 2013
November 2, 2013
Willowdale State Forest
Post-Hartford, I jumped back into training a little too enthusiastically and ended up with some minor discomfort in my right hamstring/piriformis. Not one to push through injury, I instantly reduced my mileage and spent some quality time reconnecting with the
evil wonderful arc trainer and my beloved foam roller. As Stone Cat inched closer, I started to question whether it would be wise for me to start the race. Fortunately, a last-minute business trip to San Francisco provided just the opportunity I needed to cut back on training and fully heal that nagging hamstring of mine.
Heading into the race chock-full of good food and gluten-free treats (why must San Francisco have such an incredible culinary scene?), I did not have high hopes of achieving a 50 mile PR. Nonetheless, I was grateful to be injury free and figured that I’d use the race to try out some new fueling strategies I had been experimenting with during longer runs. I’ve always followed a “train low, race high” approach when it comes to fueling. That said, since reading up on superstarches I have become increasingly intrigued by the possibility of racing low fuel as well. I’ve trained my body to the point where I require very little (or even no) fuel during long runs, and was eager to see if I could employ a similar strategy at Stone Cat.
Posted on October 19, 2013
October 12, 2013
In the weeks following the Vermont 100, I lost my focus. High as a kite and happy as could be, I went into Cascade Crest perhaps a little too confident in my abilities to run well on a very challenging course. I’m a mountain girl after all, am I not?
The result was deeply humbling. I went out too hard, neglected my nutrition/electrolytes, and wound up having to drop at mile 60. I learned many difficult lessons that day, all recounted in detail during my interview with Far North Endurance.
DNF. Did not finish. The words haunted me. Enter autumn, and DNF became DNS (did not start) as Virgil Crest and Grindstone came and went. With the passing of each race, my hopes of running one final 100 miler in 2013 slowly slipped away. Disheartened as I was, I refused to succumb to negativity and shifted my focus towards the small silver lining of my race schedule fiasco…
Posted on July 26, 2013
July 20, 2013
Silver Hill Meadow
Last year at the Vermont 100, I bonked. Hard. I went into the race with big goals, but an insufficient training base on which to achieve them. Charging out of the gate like a right lion, I tired myself early by pushing an unsustainable pace. When minor issues arose, I ignored them. Of course, those minor issues turned into major problems down the road. Battered, defeated, and injured by mile 70, the last 30 miles turned into a death march. I finished, and it hurt.
The race made me think long and hard about why I run. While I love the thrill of going hard and fast, I’ve never been much of a racer at heart. Running, for me, is an exercise in pure joy. It’s something I do because it genuinely brings me happiness, which has in turn made me a better person. I made a decision after Vermont last year to always run first and foremost for the love of it. Never again did I want to suffer as I did that day.
Arriving at Silver Hill Meadow, my plan was not to plan. I had no pace chart, no detailed crew instructions, and no ambitious goals of any sort. I simply wanted to run as happily and consistently as I could for the entire 100 miles. Too simple an approach? Only the race would tell. Yet even under the deafening roar of thunderstorms that ripped across the night sky, I felt oddly at ease. Read More
Posted on July 3, 2013
It’s hard to believe that we are now over a week into summer. As I begin to wind down my mileage in advance of the Vermont 100, I find myself reflecting upon the many exciting training runs that I embarked upon this spring. With that, I have a small confession to make…
I’m a full-blown Instagram addict.
Photography has been a passion of mine since the good ol’ 35mm days back in middle school. As a teenager, I would spend hours on end in the darkroom, tinkering with exposure and dodging/burning to create beautiful, one-of-a-kind images. With the advent of smartphones (and their increasingly powerful cameras), I’ve found that I’m able to once again pursue an interest that keeps my creative juices flowing. Discovering the Instagram community has inspired me to document my trail runs with a fervor I didn’t think I possessed.