Springtime on Devil's Mountain

Springtime on Devil's Mountain

The first time I ran up Mt. Diablo, I was new to running, and especially to trail running. A friend invited me and told me it would be fun. Not only was my virgin ascent the longest I had ever run, it was by far the most elevation I had ever traversed in a single run. I was such a “running newb” I think I was wearing board shorts and cotton boxer-briefs (needless to say, my inner-thighs were not happy...

My first 100-Mile Run

My first 100-Mile Run

I first heard of Western States about 3 or 4 years ago, around the time I started running races. It seemed crazy. Since then the race has assumed an almost mythical status in my mind. So when I qualified for it, I figured, “I probably won’t get in, but why not try?” On the day of the lottery I kept checking to see if they posted anything yet–suspense was building–then when I heard that my name was drawn a surge of excitement/fear/panic/elation all rushed upon me. “Am I ready for this?” “Can I do it?” “Is it going to hurt?”