For the Love of Kindness

What the Arkansas Traveller 100 — and the people who carry it — teach us about humanity, joy, and endurance.

The Night Comes Alive

The woods at 2 a.m. are alive in a way most people never see. Headlamps flicker in the distance. Breath hangs in the cool air. The scrape of shoes on gravel mixes with the sound of cicadas and the rustle of leaves. Then, out of the dark, the runners arrive worn thin, spirits frayed, bodies aching from miles most people could never imagine.

And waiting for them, looming at the trailhead, is a nine-foot inflatable alien glowing in the night. It’s absurd, it’s ridiculous, and it’s perfect. It makes people laugh when they didn’t think they could. It reminds them they’ve stepped into a place where kindness, humor, and grit all live side by side. At Bahama Mama, that alien is part of the medicine, part of the magic.

This is the Arkansas Traveller 100. And for me, the Traveller is more than a race—it’s a community, a culture, and a lesson in how deeply we need one another. It is where Mary Oliver’s words from Wild Geese take on flesh: “You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

Knowing Both Sides

I know the Traveller from both sides. I’ve run it twice (and somehow failed twice), feeling the blur of exhaustion and the raw ache that settles into your bones. I’ve learned what it feels like to stumble into an aid station with nothing left to give, to be met with warmth, care, or just a word that convinces you to keep moving.

And for four years, I’ve stood on the other side of the table, serving as aid station captain at Bahama Mama. I’ve watched runners arrive in that same hollowed-out state. I’ve seen faces brighten at the smallest gestures: a hot sandwich, a steady hand, a voice cutting through the dark to say, “You’ve got this.”

The Traveller has taught me that meeting each other’s humanity is what carries us through—on both sides of the table. That is what it means to love what you love, and to give it freely.

Kindness in the Hard Hours

Kindness doesn’t always whisper. Sometimes it’s something warm pressed into trembling hands, or a blanket thrown over shoulders shaking in the cold. Sometimes it’s a soft voice saying, “One step at a time.”

And sometimes, kindness comes with a stern look and the words, “Get up, and keep it movin’.” Because kindness isn’t always gentle—it’s also fierce. It’s the push that reminds someone they are stronger than they believe, that they can go farther than they thought possible.

And isn’t that, too, a kind of love? To demand more from one another, to help each other discover strength we didn’t know we had. The Traveller shows us that toughness and tenderness are not opposites—they are both ways of honoring what we love.

Bearing Witness

At Bahama Mama, I bear witness to kindness that is quiet, constant, and freely given. Volunteers rooting for strangers they may never meet again. People tending to blisters with practiced hands. Others applying ice to overheated bodies. Jackets pulled from their own backs to warm someone else.

Sometimes it’s as simple as kneeling down in the dirt to help someone pick up the Skittles they dropped—because in that moment, those small bright candies feel like lifelines.

And meanwhile, the world goes on. The woods hum with cicadas, the stars keep their rhythm overhead, and the wild geese are calling somewhere unseen. The Traveller unfolds inside that larger order, and you feel it: even in your small, breaking body, you are part of something vast. In the animal of our flesh, staggering and sweating, we are not outside of nature but inside its pulse.

This is the Traveller: a race, yes—but more than that, a place where humanity shows up in small, ordinary acts that become extraordinary when multiplied by miles. It’s where we see the truth of Oliver’s words—our bodies loving what they love, not in isolation, but together.

Beyond the Traveller

And it doesn’t stop at trail running. The biking community, the climbing community—everywhere I look, I see good humans. I get to work with genuine people who strive to bring good things to their community. It is wonderful to know such humans, because even when they are sometimes cynical, they still carry a small spark of hope.

That spark matters. It reminds me that kindness doesn’t just stay tucked away in aid stations or at finish lines. It moves outward. It builds momentum. It shows us that change is possible. That giving people more of this kind of community—where kindness and grit and laughter and belonging all come together—will inspire something greater.

For the Love of Kindness

The Traveller teaches us this: that we are better when we meet each other’s humanity with kindness. That survival is never just about endurance—it is about connection.

Mary Oliver wrote: “Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you… announcing your place in the family of things.”

Out here, in the deep miles, I see that truth alive. People loving what they love—running, giving, helping, cheering—and through that, reminding one another of the beauty of simply being human.

For the love of kindness, let us keep showing up this way. Let us bring warmth and heart into the spaces we share, whether in the deep hours of a hundred-mile race, on a bike ride across town, or in the chalk-dusted corners of a climbing gym. Because when kindness is what binds us, we carry one another forward, and we find that the world, and we ourselves, are made better.

And maybe that’s why I love the alien at Bahama Mama so much. It’s silly, towering over the trailhead with its neon grin, but it tells the truth: sometimes kindness looks like comfort food, sometimes it looks like patching blisters, and just maybe, sometimes it actually does look like a nine-foot inflatable extraterrestrial cheering you through the darkness. Joy itself is a kind of kindness; and in the Traveller, joy is just as necessary as the fuel, the blankets, and the stern words that keep you moving forward.

Because in the end, we are all Travellers.
Not just in the race, but while we are here.

The Arkansas Traveller 100

The Arkansas Traveller 100 is an iconic 100-mile ultramarathon set in the rugged beauty of the Ouachita Mountains of central Arkansas.

Held October 4-5, 2025, in the vicinity of Perryville with Camp Ouachita serving as a focal point, the event challenges runners with approximately 12,000 feet of cumulative climbing over a course that combines forest service roads, jeep trails, and an 8-mile segment on the Ouachita National Recreation Trail.

The course is laid out as a 17-mile loop followed by an 83-mile out-and-back section, giving runners a mix of varied terrain and repeating segments.

As one of the older 100-mile races in the country, the Traveller has earned a reputation not just for its physical demands but also for its supportive culture, Southern hospitality, and well-staffed aid stations with 23 stops along the course. It also serves as a Western States qualifier, for runners who complete it within the 30-hour cutoff.

Whether you’re a seasoned ultrarunner or attempting your first 100, the Traveller offers a memorable test of endurance, scenery, and perseverance through one of Arkansas’s wildest mountain landscapes.

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