2019 Folsom Lake Ultra Trail (FLUT) 110km: Race Recap

This is me, somewhere in the first 8 miles, running around Folsom Lake (pictured in the background).

And together, with my hands shaking, a stranger and I take turns cutting open my feet, draining the fluid that’s built up, disinfecting the area, and wrapping my toes in gauze and tape. Even while I’m in the midst of taping shut the incisions I just made, I can’t help but zoom out for a second and laugh at how ridiculous the situation is. You signed up for this shit, I tell myself. You literally paid for this.

2018 Boston Marathon: Race Recap

Mentally speaking, in the weeks leading up to the 2018 Boston Marathon, I was all over the place. I was having an identity crisis over the fact that I had under-trained for this race. I was embarrassed that I wouldn't be putting up a time that was anywhere near as fast as what I was capable of. I was afraid I was going to finish the race with an injury - or worse, not finish at all. But, at the same time, I was excited to run in the race that had inspired me to run marathons in the first place. I was achieving one of my dreams, something that seven years earlier, seemed anything but possible.

Race Recap: My First 50-Mile Ultramarathon

In retrospect, the first 26 miles of the race were pretty easy. The real sufferfest began at mile 27, as we climbed our way up, through the rocky desert terrain, roasting under the mid-day sun without water, desperate to find the next aid station.

Canyonlands National Park

The experience I had in Arches National Park made me realize this: that I’m happier when I’m interacting with a natural environment than I am when I’m doing anything else. That’s a profound thing, really – to know what makes you happy.

Arches National Park

“I’ve come to understand that regularly spending time outdoors is essential for me to be happy. I think that’s kind of profound, really.”

I found a trail description that seemed to be everything I wanted: Difficult. Longest of the trails. Includes Double O Arch, Landscape Arch, and primitive trail. The name of the trail? Devil’s Garden. It sounded weird and creepy and perfect.

Capitol Reef National Park

“You know what the best thing about traveling alone is?

You don’t have to share the prosciutto.”

You’ll realize that God does exist; that a man can find prosciutto in the desert; that there is a meaning to this wild, crazy life. You’ll find coffee: real, good, coffee. You’ll buy a fresh, organic avocado. And then, you’ll continue driving to Capitol Reef National Park.

Bryce Canyon National Park

Bryce Canyon National Park is really quite small compared to some of the other parks I visited this summer. The hubristic (read: stupid, naïve) part of me was tempted to try to run all of the trails in the park during the two days I was there... So, I laced up my trail runners, filled up my water bottle, and descended into the canyon.

Zion National Park

“Our stories are what we give someone after we’ve already given them everything else. ”

— Dr. Gary Cooper

My summer of traveling across the country has taught me that even the ruthless, rugged mountains have their own stories; that we can have an intimate relationship with the world we live in; that it, like us, is fragile; that we must treat it well.

Mount Rainier National Park

I’ve come to enjoy my trips to America’s national parks not only because they’re these beautiful, sacred places, but because they’ve consistently provided me with an opportunity to get away from some of the chaos of living in a city. They’ve become places where I can slow things down a bit and clear my mind.

Olympic National Park

Though Olympic is special for more reasons than one, the one, unique feature of Olympic that’s always stood out to me is the park’s Pacific coastline: the way that the old-growth forests seem to spill out onto the shore, with the coast’s rocky cliffs looking down to haystacks and sandy beaches.

North Cascades National Park

“Maybe the most rewarding aspect of this project is finding the beauty in my own backyard.”

Visiting North Cascades National Park was proof that you don’t need to get on an airplane or drive across state lines to see something amazing. Climbing into the mountains in the North Cascades was truly incredible; I felt like I had teleported into another country after hiking for less than an hour.

Grand Teton National Park

I was balancing on a log, hanging over a creek, within thirty feet of an animal that could maul me if it decided it wanted to. Do mooses attack people? What is the plural form of “moose,” anyways? Meese? Ignorance and Stupidity.

Rocky Mountain National Park

“I don’t think I came closer to dying anywhere this summer than I did at Rocky Mountain National Park.”

And I was down. I was passed out in a boulder field on one of the tallest mountains in one of the most remote places in Rocky Mountain National Park. Short of a search and rescue team combing the mountain, there was no shot of me receiving any sort of outside help.

Yellowstone National Park

“Dude, we should get you on a horse in Yellowstone.” Fast-forward a few weeks, and Nick and I are boarding a red-eye flight headed for Bozeman, Montana.

Yosemite National Park

“This summer has been a lengthy lesson in making the best of whatever gets thrown my way.”

You’ve gotta learn to make do with what you’ve got; you’ve gotta be flexible; you’ve gotta learn not to get too attached to anything. And so, when a coastal storm destroyed some of the ports in the Channel Islands, de-railing my plans in the park, I didn’t cancel my flight. Instead, I rented a car. I made a new plan. I was driving to Yosemite National Park.

Glacier National Park (Part II)

We were paddling twice as hard and barely moving through the water. The glassy surface we’d started with was shattered into choppy, rough water. And suddenly, the concerns we’d had the night before – that the weather might turn against us and leave us unable to make it back to our car – started to feel all too real.

Glacier National Park (Part I)

“So, Nick and I started backing away, back down the trail we’d just hiked up, with my pants unzipped and our fifty-pound packs slung over our shoulders. And the bear kept coming down the trail toward us.”

Uhh, Matt… There’s a bear. And, sure enough, over my shoulder, there was a massive brown bear walking down the trail towards Nick and my pack. I should have known that the first time I saw a bear up close I would be in the middle of peeing.

Joshua Tree National Park

“As your emergency contact, you should tell me where you’re going before you go on your trip. Telling me after-the-fact isn’t helpful. ”

— Marlene, my sister-in-law

So, we’re talking about a casual 40 or 50-mile, three-day backpacking trip through the Mojave Desert into the Joshua Tree Wilderness… Dear God, I thought to myself, remembering how miserable it was to run out of water on a three-day, 30-mile backpacking trip into the Saguaro Desert only two weeks earlier.

The Sky Islands of Saguaro

“In lushness and variety of life, the Sonoran Desert far surpasses all other North American deserts. And yet it is one of the hottest and driest regions on the continent. Summer midday temperatures commonly climb above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Less than 12 inches of rain falls in a typical year. Between the summer and winter rainy seasons, it is not unusual for months to pass without a drop of rain.”

— National Park Service, US Department of the Interior

I ran out of water about a mile from Manning Camp. My premonition about this trip suddenly becomes fulfilled: I’m wandering through the desert, alone, looking for water. The only way to water is to keep climbing, I tell myself. And I keep going.

On My Way to Saguaro

“I’m walking through the desert; my sunburnt skin is streaked with salt and sunscreen; I’ve run out of water, so that’s what I’m looking for, now; and I’m alone. ”

As this trip has been approaching, there’s been this image that’s been burned in my mind: I’m walking through the desert; my sunburnt skin is streaked with salt and sunscreen; I’ve run out of water, so that’s what I’m looking for, now; and I’m alone. Every time I’ve thought about the Saguaro Wilderness, that’s the image that comes to mind.