The shoes I never knew I needed

In 2017, I decided I was going to run a 50k. If you’re reading this, you’re of one of two minds on the subject. You’re either scoffing at the idea of needing a whole year to work up to 50 kilometers because you are a superhuman, or you’re doing the math in your head (“50 kilometers is… 31 miles? Can that be right?”) and wondering why on earth anyone would want to do a thing like that. Continue reading “The shoes I never knew I needed”


I have a sports injury, which means I’ve really arrived

“Does having a sports injury mean I’m a legit ultra-runner?” I half-joked with my chiropractor last week.

“It means you need to stretch more,” he told me.  Continue reading “I have a sports injury, which means I’ve really arrived”