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a dance with pain

Ultra-runners often joke of the “pain cave.” I hear, “Well, I’ll hit mile 75 in XX hours and then burrow into the pain cave.” Or, “Of course you can do Bear after Wasatch. Just man up and go into the pain cave.”
…Like the pain cave is “time-out” for little men who haven’t become big men yet.
But lately I've been thinking about the ENJOYMENT of pain. Yes, enjoyment. one of the most painful runs of my life. also the fastest and most rewarding.
The sweet way pain seduces, her coy way of wistful escapes. The consumption of thought that pain offers, and the following longing for relief. Her graces and enchantments, sought in dizzying twirls within a dance…
The sadistic nature of loving trashed legs. Wobbly miles and the knowledge that this is what the end of a 100 feels like. Of running, literally, through hellish circumstances as “training.” Of taking the words of the terrible hulu commercial (below) and instead of falling in love with the process of becoming great, falling in love with th…

a dance with pain

Ultra-runners often joke of the “pain cave.” I hear, “Well, I’ll hit mile 75 in XX hours and then burrow into the pain cave.” Or, “Of course you can do Bear after Wasatch. Just man up and go into the pain cave.”
…Like the pain cave is “time-out” for little men who haven’t become big men yet.
But lately I've been thinking about the ENJOYMENT of pain. Yes, enjoyment.
The sweet way pain seduces, her coy way of wistful escapes. The consumption of thought that pain offers, and the following longing for relief. Her graces and enchantments, sought in dizzying twirls within a dance…
The sadistic nature of loving trashed legs. Wobbly miles and the knowledge that this is what the end of a 100 feels like. Of running, literally, through hellish circumstances as “training.” Of taking the words of the terrible hulu commercial (below) and instead of falling in love with the process of becoming great, falling in love with the process of pain.



I often hear “you can’t run for hours unless you love…

Trail Running with Your (non-runner) Spouse: things I've leaned over the years

Let's get this straight before I delve into this: My husband is "tough as nails" and a naturally gifted, gritty, stubborn rock climber. He views running as "exercise" ...because eww, running for recreation? He's done "couch to marathon" and "couch to ultramarathon fun run" on multiple occasions with success. He gets very upset when I say he didn't train for those events. I get upset that he considers an average of 8-15 miles a week "training." Ehm... Anyways.
Finished a summit run!
Here are a few things I've noticed over the years occasionally running with my non-runner spouse:
1. Don't lie about distances. I know, we ultramarathoners do this all the time. We stretch the truth to get our friends out on certain runs. We lie and say the next aid station is 2 miles away when we know it's 4. But if you lie to your spouse, it will only work once, they will never forget it, even if it was an unintentional miscalculation.…

Trail Running with Your (non-runner) Spouse: things I've leaned over the years

Let's get this straight before I delve into this: My husband is "tough as nails" and a naturally gifted, gritty, stubborn rock climber. He views running as "exercise" ...because eww, running for recreation? He's done "couch to marathon" and "couch to ultramarathon fun run" on multiple occasions with success. He gets very upset when I say he didn't train for those events. I get upset that he considers an average of 8-15 miles a week "training." Ehm... Anyways.

Here are a few things I've noticed over the years occasionally running with my non-runner spouse:
1. Don't lie about distances. I know, we ultramarathoners do this all the time. We stretch the truth to get our friends out on certain runs. We lie and say the next aid station is 2 miles away when we know it's 4. But if you lie to your spouse, it will only work once, they will never forget it, even if it was an unintentional miscalculation. (It genuinely was!) …