I’m an ultrarunning mom of two. I’m a military wife and the editor of a weekly newspaper. Running is the thing that I do for myself. I set time aside to run — usually in the early mornings before anyone in my household knows I’m gone — because I’d go crazy if I didn’t have some “me” time.
I started running in November 2012, two months after my son was born, after taking a nearly decade-long hiatus. I ran cross country and track in high school but hadn’t competed since junior year. I used to think that four miles was a torturous cross country workout. Cruel and unusual punishment. Now, four miles is cruel and unusual punishment for the opposite reason — it either means I’m injured or I didn’t get enough time to run. I don’t get out of bed for less than six miles.
My longest distance has been 104 miles completed at the 24-hour Barn Burner in April 2016. My ultimate goal is to run the Western States 100. It’ll happen, eventually.