It Goes, Boys: The Beginning (Days 1-4)

You can get really far on a bicycle in four full days of riding – even if you are at the very beginning of your adventure, when there are still so many unknowns (not exactly knowing how much your body can handle being only one out of many). I am saying this because I am…

Revelstoke: Thoughts of Summer’s End

In my previous post, I mentioned that I have recently moved to Revelstoke, British Columbia. By ‘recently,’ I mean that I have been calling this small mountain town my home for merely a month. But what a month it has been! Today being the eve of the start to my life’s biggest adventure (yet), I…

I am Trailstoked: Fullstoke and the Longest Run of my Life

I know I am strong. That might sound over-confident if it wasn’t for the fact that I got to witness my strength first-hand at the 5 Peaks Trail Running’s Fullstoke race this past weekend. Part of the Trailstoke race trifecta, it is Canada’s only such organized event taking place in a national park – in…

Racing in the Rain: Survival of the Fittest 18K

Rain was tapping tirelessly against the bright orange fly of my tent. I remained motionless in my sleeping bag, listening. Realizing that waiting any longer would only make me be late for the race and would not make it stop, I got up. It was raining, yes. But it didn’t sound like too much of…

Summits and Alpine Beaching: The Bow Hut (Part 2)

This is the second installment of the write-up about my recent adventure to the Rocky Mountains, more specifically the Bow Glacier and its surrounding peaks, with my friend and mentor Finbar O’Sullivan. You can read the first half of it here. Numerous pairs of skis, poles, and boot liners were lined up around the Bow…

Glaciers and Sunburns: The Bow Hut (Part 1)

I’ve just come back from five incredible days up on the Bow Glacier in the heart of the Canadian Rockies. I had the chance to dabble in actual ski mountaineering and discover one of the most beautiful alpine landscapes I have ever seen. It was tough, it was rewarding, it was sunny, it was fun,…

First Contact: The Trail Racing World

“You’re running the 50k, right? How big is the big climb ahead?” I asked the woman who was probably the leading female runner of the day’s ultra race as I ran up beside her. We’d just left the first aid station, about 11 kilometers into the race (and 36 for her, as she was doing…