Finally, a slump-buster week. June was a rough month for me. After my DNF at the Jemez Mts. 50M race, my motivation and enthusiasm for all things running was low. To put that much time and effort into a race to not have a positive outcome was tough mentally, not[…]Read More »
When I first moved to Albuquerque almost three years ago, on my very first run, I made the obvious decision of running toward the mountains. I barely watched where I placed my feet, because my eyes were glued to the mountain range that was now right outside my front door.
I happened upon a bike path less than a quarter of a mile into my run and continued to follow it toward my objective. The bike path quickly led me to a trail system less than a mile and a half from my apartment. Over the next few months, I continued to take that same path into the mountains, exploring the multitude of trails that I could find directly outside my front door.Read More »