I had just broken up with my future husband and my new running buddy had just been laid off. We both had some spare time on our hands and decided to spend it trail running. So we planned a trip to Durango and Telluride, CO, packed up the camping equipment, and stole away to the mountains to become reacquainted with the things that made us “who we are” through lots and lots of trail runs. We dubbed this running vacation “Cross-Country Camp.” Upon arriving home, we vowed to repeat the experience every year to make sure we never lost touch again. Six years later….we finally made it back out. This time to Tucson, AZ. Continue reading
As you may know by now, running is my sport of choice. I love it for a variety of reasons but I always seem to come back to it because it is the only sport that works better when you don’t concentrate on what you are doing. Let’s face it, running is most sports’ form of punishment. It isn’t easy or comfortable and nearly every run sends me through every emotion in the book. But when you get right down to it, running is best when you lose yourself. I took the opportunity to do so over the weekend while visiting the deserts of Southern Utah.