Midnight run!! For like 3 years, my mom and not-technically-my-stepdad-but-basically-like-a-father-to-me Bobby have been trying to come to a race to watch and support me. Well, it all finally worked out and I had the pleasure of spending my weekend with my parents alongside my amazing handlers Erin and Kassandra. And huge thank you to Alyssa and Nathan for lending me 3 dogs - Tug, Texas, and Pistol - to complete my team. I had been dealing with a ton of injuries and at the ti

Now that I feel like a human again...let's Beargrease recap! Definitely the most anxious I've ever been for a race. I was having a panic attack during the musher's meeting and the trail descriptions. All I could think about was my really bad experiences with night runs last year. The start was equally stressful. We had to get up at ass o' clock to be parked, so I'm going in sleep deprived. An hour before my chute time, I drop the dogs and start harnessing and booting, decide

Copperdog 80 leg 1 - definitely made the top 10 worst runs of my life. To start things off, it is like a fucking hurricane driving into...