My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): Will They Cancel My Race?

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?

My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): I’m Going to Make it Through This Year if It Kills Me

I need to break this funk I’ve settled into. Forgetting that the world is slipping into a crap volcano is tough to do though. I slide between depression about current events, and enthusiasm for the future even less now. There’s not much to look forward to anymore. I keep asking myself, “What if they cancel my race?”, But convincing my anxiety that it’s overthinking things … Continue reading My First Ultra-Marathon (Attempt): I’m Going to Make it Through This Year if It Kills Me

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Facing My Tormentor

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

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why I Don’t Eat Meat

“Any idiot can run a marathon, but it takes a special idiot to run an ultra-marathon” Dean Karnazes You should have seen the face on my waiter at the Mexican restaurant, “So, wait? You don’t want any meat?” He paused, bewildered. “That’s right.” I said. “No steak, Nate?” He burrowed harder into his investigation. “That’s right, the vegetarian plate.” He beamed, “So… no chicken?” He … Continue reading My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why I Don’t Eat Meat

My First Ultra Marathon (Attempt): Why?

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?