This slacker ass hasn't even gotten out of its jam jams. I had a revelation a couple weekends back... my slacker ass has decided to wake the fuck up. Literally. As in... my glutes and their co conspirator hamstrings were letting my quads and other muscles in the chain do all the work when I went running.  Slackers.  And when I needed them most (like steep climbing) they pretty much just checked out and ate a sandwich.  Nice work, ass. Well, you may have gotten away with being nothing more than weak eye candy for nearly all my life but it looks like The Ranch has put you to work.  That's right. I think The Ranch has bitch slapped those mother fuckers awake. That's what about 3000 GHRs and a full body muscle memory overhaul will do. If you're wondering what a GHR is, it stands for Glute Ham Raise and the movement is done in a contraption that resembles something out of a BDSM erotica novel which restrains your legs around the ankles. If you secure a rubbe...

State flags over the start/finish line at the Born To Run Ultras 2014 As my ultra running friend, Patrick Sweeney, would call it... this year's Born To Run Ultras were nothing less than a Shenaniganza. But shenanigans aside (oh don't you worry, I'll get to that later), there was something stellarly different about this year's event. Maybe it was the costumes - I watched the marshmallow man run the beer mile and danced with a chicken. Maybe it was the fact that this race was bigger than ever with close to 600 runners registered. Or maybe it was the fact that a few well known names like Jenn Shelton and Billy Barnett came down to the Ranch to run. It could have been the Tarahumara themselves who were there in person partaking in the event, running and selling specialty items handmade in the copper canyons - I finally found a special belt to hang my hundred mile buckle from, which I think was fate. My new belt handmade by the Tarahumara Or maybe it was the raunchy...

I've been busy lately. Can you tell? No recent blog posts = SUPER BUSY. Yup. I've been getting shirts printed, crafted a disco ball, sewed a teeny tiny Zaps Threads Barbie tee, participated in an awesome interview for the Unapologetically Ultra Podcast (you can  check my interview out here ), built curtains out of recycled CDs, hot glued the shit out of a bunch of shiny objects and made it into a funky lantern, still training for Speedgoat 50k,  made a really cool bracelet, baked cookies, helped plan a 1year anniversary party for my gym, The Ranch Athletics, mom by default, and I work and design shit every single day cuz it's my real job. Whew. Zap's Chill Lounge lighting And that's the short list. Speaking of lists, I've been this busy because I'm preparing for the Born To Run Ultras again this year. I'm in the midst of packing right now. That's my list above. And yes... there's a blurred bit right above the "whiskey" (whic...

I will admit I've been a little MIA lately. But, it's not like I've been taken hostage and hidden in a cave somewhere. Oh wait. I was in a cave. Held hostage by some pretty awesome music and some way too close dancing. But, if you've never danced in an ocean cave (one with a blowhole in it) I would suggest you get on that. Yeah. Like NOW. Cuz, how often do you get to say "You know... I think I'm gonna go dance in a cave and who cares if I get a little wet, or hit my head on the hard rock wall, or suffocate to death by the hundreds of tall people dancing next to me..." because chances of finding a cave is very slim, and the chances of finding a cave with a badass DJ by the name of Fish Stix in it is even slimmer, and chances of finding a cave that isn't occupied by a species of critter that isn't going to consume you is well... very rare. But, if you can't find a cave then go find a stage. Preferably one with an 80s throwback rock band with...

Roll Dice For Freedom Hide your rocks, Utah. The DirtyGirlz ultra bitches are back!  I guess I learned nothing when, at 16, my mom lectured me on never giving into peer pressure. Which is funny, cuz I've never been a peer pressure kinda person. In fact, if people are doing one thing I will almost always run in the opposite direction. Literally. Ok. So maybe its because I haven't a clue where the hell I'm going until someone screams "Krista!!! You're going the wrong way!" But, when someone tags me on facebook and tells me there's a party in Utah with the DirtyGirlz which might involve a little bit of running I don't ask for details. Oh hell no. I start packing. This just happened. Have a peek at the  conversation that occurred on February 7th on one of the DirtyGirlz facebook status updates. Charito Bartlett February 7   via ultrasignup I blame my friends. It's gonna be an awesome hike! Speedgoat - 50 Kilometers J...