"Pretty" Lady Finds Her Happy...
Oil Creek. Four years ago, it was my very first ultra. I only signed up because I thought I would never qualify for the Boston Marathon. This race was like nothing I had ever seen before. They say you always remember your first, and I certainly do. Oil Creek changed everything regarding running for me. It is also where I met my good friends Roger and Clyde. I was lucky enough to have dinner with Rog, his beautiful wife Kris, and Clyde the night before this year’s race. We laughed and told stories for hours. It was a bit like that scene from the movie Jaws where the men are sitting around sharing battle wounds. We shared stories about races, but I noticed we shared just as many stories about each other as we did about our selves. I guess that’s what running countless miles with someone will do to a friendship. I’ve often said that some of the best conversations in my life have been on trails, so a logical conclusion is that I’ve had some