“Were you kind to yourself during the race?” Colleen, my pain reprocessing coach, asks. I gag. “Is there another word that resonates better?” “Maybe ‘not
I stood outside the barricades, photographing my Firecracker 50 co-ed duo teammate, Jackky, as he laughed between Laura and Rob. They were crammed in there,
I held the mic in my hands and leaned toward it. “Hi. I’m Jessica from Littleton, Colorado. I’m feeling really hot and anxious. I’m here
I couldn’t have done this race without Jackky’s support. He did everything I didn’t have the energy to do and it helped tremendously. He’d hand me
And just like that… I’m finally fucking done. 18 bottles of Flow Formulas. 453:30:40 hours of training. 1,339 Training Stress Score. 14,531 calories burned. 18
I’m at a loss for words because I’m so angry with myself. Today fucking sucked on all levels. The altitude got to me. I’m incredibly
Today I had to channel my inner Tom Wambsgans (from Succession) and tell myself: “You will be okay, because you are a tough fucking bitch
Mama always said, “karma’s a bitch.” I joked about first place getting a mechanical so I could catch up. Lo and behold, this bitch can’t
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m as equally disappointed as I am proud of myself. Hold on a second — gotta hoist myself out of the bathtub because