I met him at the end of July 2010 in Columbia Falls, Montana. I was the sleep-deprived volunteer checking in finishers of a brutal mounta...

As soon as I woke up the morning after the Bryce 100, I knew. I think one always knows, but we'll tell ourselves it's nothing, ju...

Such an incredible freedom — the ability to travel on my own two feet, across rugged hills and valleys, nearly nonstop, for 103 miles. ...