Tag: travel

Race Recap: Physical Failures, Mental Victories & the North Fork 50K

I have learned of a few sayings in the trail running community over the span of the past two years: The mountains are calling, I must go Not all who wander, are lost I am pleased to share that after studying each saying, reflecting…

Race Recap: Bad Omens, A Wall and “The Pot”

Welcome to 2018; my first race of the new year, and one thing really still hasn’t changed… I’ll still find ways to harm myself in the middle of the woods surrounded by darkness, death, and poor choices. Why change what works? Prior to adventures…

Race Recap: Hog Wild in Arkansas

…hehe…I’m getting crafty with my titles… True story; I delayed on writing this race recap simply because I am an extremely conceited individual. Translation; I read last year’s race recap for The Back 40 trail race, and I laughed so much reading it that…

Race Recap: GOATz 21 Mile (ROUND TWO!)

Back in the hellish days of July, with a balmy temperature of 114 degrees (in the shade), I desired to run the Psycho Psummer 10 Mile race in Kansas City, Kansas. The purpose? Simple; new photos from Mile 90 Photography, and just as important,…

Volunteering Ultra: High Lonesome 100

My car, a Mazda3, is currently moving at approximately two miles per hour. I have been on the same county road for just under twenty minutes. The temperature is 44 degrees, it is pouring rain, and I have not slept in 20 hours. I…

Race Recap: Barr Trail…Did Not Fail

You would think that after the fascinating run that was Bryce Canyon, that reality would have sobered up my punch-drunk drive of insanity in the woods. However, deaf to my own friends, family, and household cat telling me to stop, I swore to the…

Race Recap: Rocky Raccoon 50K…Going Ultra

Four weeks ago I ventured out to a trail I had never visited before. I was late getting there compared to my much faster colleagues (because I do this thing called SLEEP in the mornings), so I decided to spend the day running by…

Race Recap: Banjos, Beards, and The Back 40

Resting my body on an idle Monday allows me to vaguely remember the nightmarish experience that I took part in, willingly, in the far northwest corner of Arkansas. The Back 40. After one sprained ankle, one sprained cuboid bone (that is a thing), and a…