Mt. Shasta trail running

Cheers to crazy friends, crushing PRs, and living to see another year

It's the day before the winter solstice. My garlic is planted and I got my first snowy run this morning. There's something totally magical about frolicking (because that's how I run) among fatty flakes floating gently toward the ground. Until your jacket starts to soak through. Then it's time to go home. Yesterday I moved…

7 tips for climbing 3 peaks in 1 day without dying

It's been one month since 3 Peaks. One month since I tagged along with a group of ultra-tough trail beasts in the annual quest to summit Mount Shasta's three most prominent peaks in a single day. One month, and I'm finally ready to write about it. The event is a point-to-point run starting at Bunny…

Birthday trail running road trip adventure part tres: The Jersey Devil

Because they can issue citations. Don't worry! I worked my way out of this pickle with nothing more than a firm talking-to and a ripped dress. After returning from my wonderful early-morning frolic along the Yakima Skyline, I decided to chillax along the river before heading back down to Oregon. If you haven't already, you…

Birthday trail running road trip part deux: it gets better

After I had effectively unleashed myself from the drama and bigotry that so unfortunately unfolded upon my arrival in Washington, I'm happy to say I fell asleep peacefully in the back of my truck with my dog. Snug as a bug in a rug. My campsite-mates were up partying all night, which reminded me of the…

How to sprint through the airport like a boss and swagger on home

I almost missed my flight home last week, and I totally feel like a celebrity superhero mega-champ about it. The real kicker is, this genius was waiting in the airport for an hour before boarding time... at the wrong gate. Basically, I made a huge mistake I'll never make again. But hey, it's a pretty funny story.…

It’s not just about charging ahead, but seeing where you want to go..

Sometimes people say things that resonate in our hearts forever. I'll never forget one particular night in a tiny apartment in Cuzco five years ago. A small group of yoga students were lounging on the living room floor, enjoying an indoor picnic and grounding from a San Pedro ceremony, when a young shaman to-be opened…