Growing up in the Midwest, running in the mountains was far from anything I ever thought about doing. But my running progressed throughout my adult life and I entered the world of ultramarathons in my 30s. The post Training Flat, Running Mountains appeared first on

The truth is that whether you are leading the pack or running in dead last, your body is worthy of your love and care. The truth is that food is not a reward, period; that your body is more than a race car to fuel;

This summer I realized I was no longer running away from home. It was an odd sensation to recognize that I was running for me, running because I could, and running for the joy of running. The post Running for Me, Not to Run Away

Diagnosed with Lupus almost 13 years ago, I was certain that my active life was over. During this time, I was more of a “let’s do a 5k” kind of girl, my family was very active. Hiking and exploring consumed almost every school break. The

“Today is hard”. That was the text I sent my husband on Stage Two of the TransRockies Run. We had just climbed and descended Hope Pass. It was a short mileage day with only thirteen miles to cover, but with about five miles left, I

If you’re looking for a short, late season thru-hike, look no farther than the Bartram Trail. The BT is an ~115-mile-long trail that roughly retraces 18th century American naturalist, William Bartram’s exploratory route through the Southeastern United States. The entirety of the trail is within

If you’re not from Pittsburgh, thinking of the city might invoke scenes of smokestacks, steel mills, or black and gold sports gear, not trail runs along steep, technical trails. You might wonder: Are there even mountains in Pittsburgh? The post A Love Letter to Western

If you’re thinking about it, you’re ready. Listen. You’ve looked at the pictures and read the posts about hiking to these incredible places you can only get to by foot. You’ve decided to try it. You are about to backpack for your first time! The

Milo would love this spot. I imagine him lying in the creek lapping up the ice-cold water. I close my eyes, and I hear his soft panting and the jingle of the metal tags affixed to his collar as he canters behind me. For the

About a year ago, I reached a breaking point with road running. Ten plus years of pounding the ground with little to no injury was finally catching up to me. My feet were tired and hurt, and the pain was starting to inch up my