I conjure up the strength to take off towards the mountain. It’s been a month since I’ve climbed it; I’ve let procrastination hold me closer to sea level for too long. Every excuse passes before me: But, what about my endurance bag, it won’t be here till tomorrow! And the boys, they’re doing school right now,and they’ll be pissed if I go without them! And … Continue reading My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): Putting My Procrastination in a Choke-Hold
My older children nervously chatter behind me.
This is the first time any of us had ran this far.
Continue reading My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): The Long Run
The monster claws into the side of my right knee cap. Its ability to remain hidden for so many miles astounds me. I almost believed my dance with this devil had came to an end. It must patiently waited for my next journey to the clouds. My first skirmish with the demon took place just after a climb over Patterson hill during a 10 mile … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Facing My Tormentor
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