I still remember my first trad lead. I was four bolts up at the Red River Gorge, pump fading, fingers cramping around a #2 Camalot I'd just barely managed to slot into a flaring pod. That piece held my fall, and I've spent the last 12 years obsessing over which cams to trust on everything […]

I remember the first time I tried running a 30K trail race with a handheld water bottle and my phone stuffed in my shorts pocket. By mile eight, the bottle was slipping, my phone was soaked in sweat, and my gels had bounced out somewhere on the singletrack. That miserable day sent me on a […]