DeSplintroduction.

photo credit: Peter Williams, aka P-dubs

So. I said I was going to start a blog about something for awhile now. I took a good look at my life and realized that I basically do two things: write. and run. Luckily, someone then hit me over the head with a 2x4 because I never would've seen a running blog coming! From the likes of ME! Craziness!

So here's the thing: I'm not going to bore you with details of my training plan... mainly due to the fact that I don't have one, per say. Fuck. You know what my original plan was this year? To run a couple marathons and my first 50k. Interesting, because I'm running 100 miles in two months. How did that happen? I don't know. Someone sent me a link, probably.

INSTEAD, I'm going to attempt to entertain you with the weird ass shit that occurs either legitimately, or in my brain as I push my body to the limits in my quest for.... well, I don't really know what I am on a quest for, but yes. It is extreme. For example, today me and my friend P-dubs ran into this guy they call Pine Tar out in La Jolla Valley. He sewed this mask out of the same material he used to sew his own tent... when he solo-hiked 800 miles of the PCT. Pretty fucking legit, if you ask me.

"Hey, are you guys adventure runners?!" ~ Pine Tar

So that's it. Should you choose to read, I will make you laugh, I will make you cry and I will make you concerned for my sanity. And then I will agree with you. Additionally, I figured out how to hook up this twitter bullshit that all the kids are raving about, so my goal is to use it for race updates and stuff. Grandma: you can know that I am alive while running 100 miles in a desert without having to sign up for the face thing or bird thing or any of that jazz.

Good chat. Catch up on my evolution into ultrarunner via Epic Summer 2009 and check back on a semi-frequent basis for untimely and irregular posts. I'm just being honest here.

Mad Love.

Katie!