Right now, two giant boxes full of running clothes are sitting in my living room, waiting to be donated. 30 sports bras, over 20 pairs of tights, about one million shirts and tanks, and a few pairs of shoes. Before joining the badass lady gang here at Oiselle, I would receive a ridiculous amount of clothing from different brands for me to try and hopefully hype on social media.
This past weekend I completed the most physically and mentally exhausting race of my life. I ran the Chuckanut 50K, 31 miles of mud, constant rain, snow, and 5000 overall feet of elevation gain. On the completion of this event, I realized that the experience, really sums up for me what running means to me, what it has brought into my life and how it has changed it and continues to change it. For anyone that has not done this race, the first and last 10K are run on a seemingly flat portion of the interurban trail. The last 10K seems to extend on forever into a never ending battle of mental torture.