Sherpa Shenanigans

  "Since you were a little girl, I always knew I couldn't keep you from the mountains. It is the way you let your spirit free." An hour to starting my 100 miler, my friend Laura gave me a letter from my mom with the above quote. To say my mom was excited for me to race a 100 miles in the mountains would be quite far from the truth. The letter, however, was exactly permission I needed to get lost in the woods and finish this dang adventure. In November of last year, I started to flirt with the idea of doing a 100 miler and my friend Mort sent me the link on IMTUF.  I saw picture of baby GOATS (or what I thought was baby goats) and I knew this race was for me!  Ironically, at the time, I was pacing another friend at his 100 and mentioned IMTUF to him. Although he was not trying to be discouraging, he told me that is not a first time one hundred miler and I would never finish. Ever since I was a little girl running in the mountains, no one tells me what I c

The definition of challenge states:  "Something needing great mental or physical effort in order to be done successfully, or the situation of facing this kind of effort."  So often, we are faced in a world that honors and respects those who overcome the biggest challenge.   But, I'd like to contest that idea and ask the real question which is: who hasn't faced a challenged? My challenge this month is not so unique. Injuries: we all get them (physically and emotionally). Some of us more often than others. So, what happens when these types of challenges enter in your life? Do you succumb to the pressure and  give up, or grow from this challenge? I am notoriously impatient and reckless when it comes to my body. I love that thin line in which I so often straddle between ludicrously and pain. I somehow manage to find some moments of peace while I am there until it breaks. Often this break happens at the most inconvenient time, one in which you are more heavily relying