The Ultra-Adventures of a Painfully Normal Girl

So here I sit having adequately dissected the past year and planning for the next. It is definitely one of those cliche crossroads in my life. I have completed my first career and am contemplating the next one, but this is about my other journey.

This past year I imbibed the sweet nectar of the ultramarathon. Granted, I hobbled ingloriously across the finish line of the first annual Oriflamme 50k only to burst into tears over the relief if it being done. I was unwaveringly addicted.

Since that one and only ultra, I have been struggling with recurring knee injuries that stem from some not so pretty biomechanics. The physical therapist was horrified just by watching me walk, but this was not an unexpected reaction. I have known this for years and have run like this for years without issue.

Now I find myself with new orthotics, strengthening exercises, and day dreams about to run down the rabbit hole of ultrarunning.