Where is Chicken Boy?
The darkness had settled in, the race was going into its fifteenth hour, and the radio operators were busy calling out race numbers as runners came in to and left
October 8, 2014
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The darkness had settled in, the race was going into its fifteenth hour, and the radio operators were busy calling out race numbers as runners came in to and left
“Missed it by that much.” Maxwell Smart Well, it did not end well. It was catastrophically beautiful, I ran like an ultra-runner, barfed, continued, went pale, stumbled, and bonked. Let
The Need Arkansas has some of the most diverse, beautiful, and challenging mountain bike trails in the country. This was recently pointed out to the world when, in August, the
Every September hundreds of crazies take time off from work, school and epic dirt bag climbing trips to gather for the most sacred of occasions in the Climberverse, Horseshoe Hell.
Cowbell that is. Cyclocross. Do it wrong, and it’ll be the coldest, muddiest, most painful hour of your life. Do it right, and it’ll be the coldest, muddiest, most painful
A wall of spandex clad, sweaty people, heads encased in helmets, eyes hidden by sunglasses, swarmed the table like a zombie horde. Instead of “Brains!”, they were after peanut butter
I’ll admit it, I was a little skeptical of this Enduro thing. Not because I thought there was anything wrong with it; my concern was more about Arkansas mountain biking
…Both. This past weekend we spent some time exploring Fairfield Bay, Arkansas. Fairfield Bay is a small town of almost 2500 people, a resort community tucked into the north shore
Back in 1985 I did my first triathlon. It was hard, it was fun, but life got busy and I didn’t give myself the opportunity to do another one until
The morning was relatively cool for an early September day as my husband dropped me off at the starting line for the MS-150 Rockin’ Hot Ride. The atmosphere was celebratory