“It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.” Gandhi

I awoke around 2am this morning... again. I tossed and turned through sunrise, and I am starting to lose track of how many nights this has now happened. After having a sit-down with my coach, Connor, this week, some dragging training sessions and feeling like a zombie more often than not, I am finally starting to come to terms with what my body is fighting off: Lyme Disease.

“The strength of the team is each individual member. The strength of each member is the team.” Phil Jackson

The Gauntlet is a new extreme endurance event, and I was honored to be part of the first one. Matthew Waller, the race organizer, is a fellow Death Racer, so I knew I was in for a treat of sorts. He actually also raced in Mexico the weekend prior. It takes a lot of energy to race back-to-back 24+ hour races, as I later found out, but I cannot imagine racing and then directing a race the following weekend. Props.

"Every dog must have his day." Jonathan Swift

If I was going to vacation in Mexico for the first time, why not make it a Death Race vacation? Rumors of it being the last DR, and after Tough Guy's hypothermia incident, I was craving another event before The Gauntlet at the end of February. It was guaranteed to be an experience very different from any Death Race in VT – unfamiliar terrain, altitude and the lost luxury of being able to locate safe(r) drinking water – and a race I had yet to attempt.

Obstacle Racing Media Podcast

I sat down with Matt Davis of Obstacle Racing Media not even 12 hours after I completed my second 24+ hour event in a week (The Gauntlet). We talk racing, training and ice cream, of course. Please note that I only slept 5 hours before this sit down and a mere 3 hours before the race, so that makes about 8 hours of sleep total over 3 nights.

Have a listen here. Enjoy!

rock on...

"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." Thomas A. Edison

March 2014

Oops... I signed up for another Death Race.

It was four years since my last DR. Four years since Mark Jenkins described me in this article for Outside Magazine as the gal “practically skipping behind her wheelbarrow, turd-flecked blond hair bouncing.” He even continued to go on to refer to me as “some kind of superhero.” Flattered is an understatement.