Physically, I was tired. Mentally, I still had double digit miles to go. No end was really in sight.
Physically, I was tired. Mentally, I still had double digit miles to go. No end was really in sight.
When Jasmine floated the idea of running a 50K in Moab (my first ultra) I panicked. The race she was referring to was in six weeks.
There’s a lot to reflect on and maybe even recap. My hope is I can chip away and do some of that.
The sun slipped into the clouds like it was entering a pocket, neatly fitting into the sky.
As I travel throughout Greece, I go from completely foreign, to slowing knowing, to filling in spaces that were once hollow.
"Miss. I'm not sure we'll be able to do this, but start packing. You might need to be at JFK in one hour."
I lost my suitcase without leaving my home.
This simple line blew my mind.
A sign of snow melting too quickly and mixing with dirt.