6 years ago, I decided to do something outside of my comfort zone, took some chances, and hoped for the best.
There were nerves of how things would be received, anxiety over not doing enough, and the constant fear of failure…not only for me personally, but for the purpose and mission I hoped would reshape the current state of the trail running and hiking communities.
Through this experience my mantra became “take a bet on yourself.” I realized that if I didn’t believe in myself and abilities, how could I ever create change or inspire others to believe in their capabilities to make change.
I hope TS community members will embrace the mantra of “take a bet on yourself,” as it’s the most powerful belief one can have in her pursuit of life.
I am thrilled when there are leftovers in the fridge! It makes me happy knowing that there is food in the fridge, and I may not have to make anything for a couple of days. Or that I can utilize the leftovers for fun and unexpected meals or snacks.
For all my fellow back of the packers, please don’t fear the DFL, embrace it! Your finish time is just as much of an accomplishment as the podium runners. You did the best you could, and that’s all that matters.
All around us, nature is slowing, cooling, preparing. Leaves are turning rich warm colors in anticipation of being shed. Nights are frosty as the days shorten and nights lengthen. And—when it is out—the sun no longer has the power it did during the summer months. Autumn may be a season that you relish or it might bring you great sadness.
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I am thrilled when there are leftovers in the fridge! It makes me happy knowing that there is food in the fridge, and I may not have to make anything for a couple of days. Or that I can utilize the leftovers for fun and unexpected meals or snacks.
For all my fellow back of the packers, please don’t fear the DFL, embrace it! Your finish time is just as much of an accomplishment as the podium runners. You did the best you could, and that’s all that matters.
All around us, nature is slowing, cooling, preparing. Leaves are turning rich warm colors in anticipation of being shed. Nights are frosty as the days shorten and nights lengthen. And—when it is out—the sun no longer has the power it did during the summer months. Autumn may be a season that you relish or it might bring you great sadness.
I signed up for the Rogue Gorge Half Marathon last spring with a couple of friends. I learned that some of my fellow Trail Sisters from the Bend local group were also running the race so it would be an adventure shared with even more friendly faces.
Running the race that year was one of the most memorable things I have ever done, and what I thought would be a one and done quickly turned into a “I can’t wait until next year!” I have been back every year except 2020 (canceled due to covid) and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.
Where do you start a story that you haven’t told anyone yet and, moreover, don’t know exactly how it will end? To be able to set the right context, probably best at the very beginning. In my childhood I spent almost all my summer vacations with my family in the beautiful Zermatt/Grächen area.
I’m not sure why we took up trail running. Maybe it was a middle finger to the pretension of tennis. Maybe because it’s what all the cool kids in the Bay Area are doing. Or maybe we just have a few loose screws? I do know that I love to be back with my teammates…
Belief is not given, it is earned. Through hard work, discipline, failures, and countless repetitions, the work comes before the belief. No one is born “lucky”, luck is simply when preparation meets opportunity. No one is born a runner, they put in the mileage day after day to become one.
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