Some words about trail running and avoiding the pain cave
I’m getting semi-regular on the whole blogging thing.
Wurds are fun.
Small town living: week one
One week in and i’m already broken. The first long trail run of the season was going really well until the 21 km mark, at which point my hip flexors tried to abandon ship and my left knee decided that bending and unbending was too mainstream.
I am the queen of hobbling.






