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#ultrachat (a poem)

#itsoneofthosedays only the #whisper of feet a tune in my head 
#headspace
#omg #O #M #G a sunrise- #inspiration
visible silence tangible peace then #lol #mandown snap a photo share a laugh, a tumbled root
except maybe it didn’t just happen #livinginmemories each trail, each day, #blur
always seeking; discovering #explorer #opportunist #pioneer #adventurer # WHY
#WHY?
#cantstop #refuse2quit must be a reason #continueon #anothersunrise #anotherpeak another trail another day another mile... another. ANTOTHER!
if there was an answer there’d be no question just a #quest to live to be alive
#anothersunrise

This is a quick poem I jotted down. Combination of a hashtag only poem idea I've been churning around mixed with a prompt from TrailandUltraRunning.com about what I love most about trail running. I think the contest is for an awesome Ultimate Direction vest.
There are no pictures about what I love most on the trails, only moments. But because pictures are "highly encouraged:"

#ultrachat (a poem)

#itsoneofthosedays only the #whisper of feet a tune in my head 
#headspace
#omg #O #M #G a sunrise- #inspiration
visible silence tangible peace then #lol #mandown snap a photo share a laugh, a tumbled root
except maybe it didn’t just happen #livinginmemories each trail, each day, #blur
always seeking; discovering #explorer #opportunist #pioneer #adventurer # WHY
#WHY?
#cantstop #refuse2quit must be a reason #continueon #anothersunrise #anotherpeak another trail another day another mile... another. ANTOTHER!
if there was an answer there’d be no question just a #quest to live to be alive
#anothersunrise

This is a quick poem I jotted down. Combination of a hashtag only poem idea I've been churning around mixed with a prompt from TrailandUltraRunning.com about what I love most about trail running. I think the contest is for an awesome Ultimate Direction vest.
There are no pictures about what I love most on the trails, only moments. But because pictures are "highly encouraged:&qu…

The Sunrises That Matter

"I don't know where I went wrong, 
but I can write a song." -The Lumineers

It's hard to pinpoint the day I was no longer pretty. Yeah, sure, thanks for telling me I still am.
But really, I was once beautiful.
Then something I changed.
I can't pinpoint the day, and it frustrates me.
Was it the first time my room-mates made cry, or was it when I realized they were no longer worth my tears? Was it the first day I went to college with my throw-up bowl, wearing long sleeves and trying to hide the IV that was poking out of my wrist, horrified that someone might see my weakness? Was it the day, 9 months after having my 2nd child, where I realized I had no idea how to get the baby weight off? Was it after I stopped rock climbing? Was it when I started getting stress induced acne? When my insomnia first flared in my married life?

I can't remember.

I do remember other days that mattered.

I can remember the first time my brother-in-law thought I was weird, an 8 year old up at 5a…

The Sunrises That Matter

"I don't know where I went wrong, 
but I can write a song." -The Lumineers

It's hard to pinpoint the day I was no longer pretty. Yeah, sure, thanks for telling me I still am.
But really, I was once beautiful.
Then something I changed.
I can't pinpoint the day, and it frustrates me.
Was it the first time my room-mates made cry, or was it when I realized they were no longer worth my tears? Was it the first day I went to college with my throw-up bowl, wearing long sleeves and trying to hide the IV that was poking out of my wrist, horrified that someone might see my weakness? Was it the day, 9 months after having my 2nd child, where I realized I had no idea how to get the baby weight off? Was it after I stopped rock climbing? Was it when I started getting stress induced acne? When my insomnia first flared in my married life?

I can't remember.

I do remember other days that mattered.

I can remember the first time my brother-in-law thought I was weird, an 8 year old u…

J-Lyn Runs: A Musical. Part 1

so I'm not mentally there on a lot of my runs. My mind is... elsewhere. Then I make a funny video reference that no one else gets because they don't waste obscene amounts of time watching funny viral videos.
 well today, get prepared. you are about to be treated to part 1 of my video references.

aw, yeah!


 "When I wake up in the morning and the alarm gives out a warning..."


Then to check the weather, to see if it's "friggin' cold, I shouldn't be half nude"


If it's cold, I need to put my tight pants on.


 But if it's hot, well, do I dare wear short shorts?


And really, who can think of putting on or taking off socks without thinking of business time?


 Whenever I end up running on the road, I think of rollerblades. And all I want for Christmas is my rollerblades "Just give them to me!"


 If I sprint ahead on some downhill and have to wait for the others, well "no one was looking... I was all by myself."


As far as getting …

Wasatch 100: the pace-race report (what really happened)

Disclaimer: this is all true. for REALz. I think...

My general thoughts/goals on pacing:
"tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone, the worst is over, you can have the best of me"  -The Starting Line, Best of Me



The moment my buddy Jim got into Wasatch 100 I get the email "I want to claim you as a pacer." Since it was about 9 months in advance, I felt a bit flattered.

Closer to race day (read: 2 weeks out) I got the chance to tack on a second pacing job with my tall buddy Craig. "I usually bonk there, it won't be pretty," he told me.
"Nothing I haven't seen before!" I laughed.
pacing Craig in a bad spot
earlier this year
I am a wee bit of a pacing junkie. As much as I don't love racing I do love races. I love the excitement, the energy, the camaraderie. I love helping my friends. I've also got some stuff coming up and unfortunately it's time to start logging the big miles.

So, I get to Little Hell Dell to get the p…

Wasatch 100: the pace-race report (what really happened)

Disclaimer: this is all true. for REALz. I think...

My general thoughts/goals on pacing:
"tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone, the worst is over, you can have the best of me"  -The Starting Line, Best of Me



The moment my buddy Jim got into Wasatch 100 I get the email "I want to claim you as a pacer." Since it was about 9 months in advance, I felt a bit flattered.

Closer to race day (read: 2 weeks out) I got the chance to tack on a second pacing job with my tall buddy Craig. "I usually bonk there, it won't be pretty," he told me.
"Nothing I haven't seen before!" I laughed.

I am a wee bit of a pacing junkie. As much as I don't love racing I do love races. I love the excitement, the energy, the camaraderie. I love helping my friends. I've also got some stuff coming up and unfortunately it's time to start logging the big miles.

So, I get to Little Hell Dell to get the parking pass to meet my first pacer. Ex…

navigational hazards, and Saturday's "recovery run"

I wanted to give in to this peak bagging bug that I've been hit with, but there were time constraints and I'd rather run with the ladies. We wanted something easy, without a lot of vert, that would let us bag a peak, get 10 miles in, and actually let us open stride. It was decided that we would do a loop around 4 lakes that our friend Craig ran recently.
how to get me to do anything- promise a summit
...But here's the thing. I HATE loops. They make it so easy to get lost! It gets especially confusing when you spend most of your time below tree level not being able to see where you're going. Hand me a topo map, and sure, I'm fine. So I uploaded the Garmin data to my watch, and J said she'd bring a topo. We were set. Or so we thought.
J, BA, and I got to the parking lot in Alta. Uh-oh, I couldn't figure out how to zoom into the Garmin data on my watch. (I've only done it once before!) We started a bit late and I didn't want to waste more time playing wit…