The long walk home; 120miles for a hug

Three generations prepare; Grandma smoothing Colin’s hair & Colin adjusting my pack strings.

Originally posted August 2014 on

100 milers are like a vacuum-packed ziplock. Once the gun goes off you enter the bubble. Empty gas tanks, unanswered emails, dirty laundry, and the electric bill…they begin to fade in the protected confines of the race. The noise grows quiet and your to-do list becomes succinct. Food, feet, what hurts, big hill, Continue reading “The long walk home; 120miles for a hug”