An email from Jenny Baker sat in my inbox. Subject: “The Georgia Jewel”. Here it is. I thought. They’ve cancelled my race. This fear has been in the forefront of my fragile existence for months. My finger hovered over the email. You knew it was coming, right? Everyone else has had their race cancelled. Why wouldn’t yours be the same? I have been in a … Continue reading My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): Will They Cancel My Race?
Last week, my grandmother died from kidney failure. We were forced to bury her at a graveside only funeral with immediate family. Tonight, I sit in my dark house, typing on my phone with headlamp light for my bluetooth keyboard because the heavens brought their A-game and destroyed dozens of neighborhoods within two miles of our house. Rewind to yesterday afternoon another blow hit me … Continue reading My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): Endurance Training = Life
Spoiler Alert: Remember when Mr T. beat the snot out of Rocky, then Rocky trained during an entire song and was able to destroy the old Fool Pittyier? Yeah, it takes longer than one inspirational song to cure an IT Band Injury. I read through my running journals recently and discovered an interesting trend; when I hike a big hill or mountain and then transition … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Healing IT Band Syndrome
The old man in the red Chevy pickup warned us it would happen. His group tromped out of the woods while we threw on our gear at the North Pocket Trail in McLemore Cove outside of Chickamauga, GA. The Cove, as locals call it, is a famous site of an almost ambush/trapping of Yankee troops during the civil war. The Union army escaped their destruction … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Sane People Just Don’t Understand the Ultra-runner
A metal bin, fixed to a buried wooden 4×4, marked my first allowable outdoor distance. My grandmother could see the paved driveway from her kitchen as she made lunch for her daily wards (5-15 grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and other neighborly passerby’s). “You can go outside, but not past Calvin’s mailbox.” I put in many an hour hovering around the perimeter of that mailbox’s force field. … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why?
35 miles? I I’ll puke now, good preparation for September. Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): The Georgia Jewel 35 Miler