My Favorite Race
All runners have their favorite race. That one they register for the day registration opens. The one they cannot wait to run again the moment they cross the finish line. For me, that race is the Peachtree Road Race.
Salute Red, White, and Blue
Sometimes there are finish lines that, once you cross them, you are no longer the same person. Sometimes that finish line provides more than a medal or a PR; it provides a journey of healing. That finish line for me was Salute Red, White, and Blue.
Every Run Can’t Be Remembered
Over the past seven years I have gone on nearly 1,800 runs and covered almost 11,000 miles. For someone who remembers almost everything, it is surprising how few of those runs I can actually recall. Some were highlights, some were lowlights, and plenty were completely unremarkable. Every one of them helped get me where I am today, but only a handful still live vividly in my memory. Those are the ones where I can instantly go back to that moment. I remember the smell in the air, how I was feeling, and sometimes almost every step.
From the Pitch to the Pavement
Soccer has officially taken over my summer. For the past week and a half, the World Cup has been a mainstay in my home. My mornings start with match previews, my afternoons are filled by group-stage drama. But as I’ve sat glued to the screen, I’ve realized I’m not just watching a tournament. The deeper I get into this World Cup, the more familiar it all feels. Because, in a lot of ways, the World Cup and all it represents is exactly like running.
What it’s like to be Ballin’ with an Ultramarathoner
May 16th, 2026 will go down as one of my favorite running memories. It’s a memory I’ll treasure because of the people — the friends who drove from Baton Rouge and the Mississippi Gulf Coast to come run Ballin’ on Belrose with us.