Getting there For those of us who love adventures and all things ultra-running related, it will make perfect sense that a group of us from Florida took two planes, a transporter (credit to Eli Papatestas – this would have been a taxi or a shuttle to me, but “transporter” was reminiscent of how superheroes traveled), a ferry and then a…
Getting Lucky – Wild Sebastian 100
Marsh Landing The reunion began on race eve, when we poured into Marsh Landing, a local Fellsmere restaurant, to pick up our race numbers. I had a long and intense work week, and something about driving up late on a Friday afternoon knowing that my weekend would involve no sleep and completing a 100 miles was not the most appealing…
Fort Clinch 100 – March 30-31 2013 – When Every Minute Counts
“The important thing, is moving.” – Killian Jornet Pre race I signed up for Fort Clinch 100 around New Year’s Eve, when Caleb, the race director, shared the details in Florida Ultra Runners – it had all the ingredients that appeal to me: trail, beach, road and a fishing pier in a small town setting on Amelia Island/Fernandina Beach, FL.…
The Spell of El Capitan Canyon
The Spell of El Capitan Canyon Arriving at El Capitan Canyon at around 3:30 pm on Thursday, I felt a little out of sorts – 7 hours of travel, nonstop work emails and calls and then there I was, on the other coast, in a little-house-on-the-prairie setting complete with cabins and tents covering the grounds, ready for my run/yoga weekend.…
365 Ways to Change Your Life….
Listen. Walk on the opposite side of the street. Don’t let yourself be confined (remember: the box you live in is self-imposed). Make a new friend. Believe: in yourself, and in others, too. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Stop looking for the right person, and start being the right person. Don’t blame others. It is never…
Love Story – May/June 2006
A petite, Asian woman in a hospital gown draped with a starch white robe plays Love Story on the baby grand piano adjacent to the hospital’s automatic doors. A group of people—patients, their loved ones—recline in the sage green couches surrounding the baby grand; all eyes are on the pianist. She scrolls the keys as if she’s reading Braille, her…