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): Some People Just Don’t Understand
A metal bin, fixed to a buried wooden 4×4, marked my first allowable outdoor distance. My grandmother had a straight-shot view of the paved one-lane driveway from her kitchen, where 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 … 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