Ultrarunner

  • Adventures in Running, Part II

    Another video entry this week. Even though my Horsethief run and this run were over the course of 1 weekend, it has taken me almost a month to get both videos edited and uploaded.  I’m still getting the hang of this video editing business, plus it pushes my creatively challenged skills. The Back Story My local run club,…

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  • Identity Crisis

    Identity Crisis

    I’ve been having an identity crisis of late.  Maybe it’s a midlife crisis or an existential crisis.  Maybe it’s not a crisis at all.  Maybe I’m just trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life and why.  My last post I wrote about running 16+ miles on the trails at the site of the…

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  • Training Day

    Training Day

    I have been training – or at least acting like I’m training – to run the North Fork 50 mile trail race on June 4. Part of that training was running the Desert Rats Trail Running Festival – you can read about that on my previous post. I made arrangements to participate in a training run…

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  • The Day I became a Desert Rat

    I wasn’t planning on running a marathon last weekend. I originally was going to do the half marathon distance – but I’d been doing 12-14 miles on the weekend and doing 13 wasn’t really going to benefit my training. In spite of the fact that I’m supposed to be training for a 50 mile race…

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  • This Post has No Title

    This Post has No Title

    So many thoughts  ramble through my head and seemingly disconnected thoughts at that.  I like to be busy, but then I feel like I never get any down time.  I get down time and then I feel lazy for just sitting around. I enjoy being a plant-based clean eater, but don’t want to come across as…

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  • Ultra Ordinary

    Ultra Ordinary

    As the mother of 4 children I have often had discussions given lectures about being safe and smart while surfing the world wide web.  I’m not dumb enough to think that my kids haven’t looked up all kinds of shit they shouldn’t be looking at  – or things that I would prefer that they weren’t looking at.…

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  • Running Makes Me…

    Running Makes Me…

    I was a tomboy as a kid. Playing baseball and soccer with the boys was always preferred over jumping rope with the girls. Field day races were my favorite and I was always the fastest girl in my class. I watched the faster boys pump their arms, some with their fists clenched, others with outstretched fingers, wondering…

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