The Thrills, Spills, and Icy Chills of Snowshoeing Near the Big Four Ice Caves

Ripping a hole through my yoga pants was the biggest threat I’d face if I were to snowshoe at the Big Four Ice Caves this weekend. My yoga pants might never be the same, but I couldn’t leave this world without snowshoeing at least once. Besides, Nate said the “stunts” I’ve performed on my blog… Continue reading The Thrills, Spills, and Icy Chills of Snowshoeing Near the Big Four Ice Caves

A Florida Space Coast Runner: My Sister’s Formula for Resting, Racing, and Winning

  Mornings are brisk, damp, and rarely clear at 4:30 a.m. in my neighborhood in the Pacific Northwest. Typically, mountain views surround two sides of my subdivision, but I don’t get to see them as I’m running. I’m beating the car traffic from the Boeing workers, though at least a half a dozen cars slip… Continue reading A Florida Space Coast Runner: My Sister’s Formula for Resting, Racing, and Winning