Then and Now.

Five years ago, I dove headfirst into the ultra world and tackled my first 12-hour run at the 2007 Ultracentric event.  My three and a half months old son, Ezra, braved the cold to send me off on a 53 mile venture.

Last month, I made my way back to Grapevine for the 2012 Ultracentric.  Recovering from an Achilles injury that had me sidelined for almost four months, I would only go for 6 hours with a plan to stop once I hit the marathon distance.  This year, my eight month old daughter, Annie, helped get me going, along with Ezra, now five years old.

Good times, amigos.