The Reroute

I considered coating myself in olive oil so I could be nice and crispy on the outside, while still cooking through completely. Thankfully it didn’t come to that.


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Rest, Recovery, & Tent Rocks

I’m amazed at how some old habits still die hard. Especially my own.

The Three Allisons, at Tent Rocks.

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Black Magic

About mid leap, my trail leg, and specifically my trail foot, clipped the tree. This is what we call a miscalculation. Emma Coburn, I am not. I hit the deck. And by hitting the deck, I mean I fell on the trail. Hard. Boom. Down. Not only that, I had the pleasure of landing on my keys, which were by my right hip.

Bluffview Trail, one of the more picturesque places to run in St. Louis

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