Peak life experience right here. I ran 100 miles at the Bighorn 100 in the purest, most true-to-me, and values-aligned MO I could. It was radically fulfilling and a beautiful celebration of living.  For most of my life, I never imagined myself living long enough to see 31. It was a coincidence that the race landed on the weekend of my birthday. As an adult, I’ve never been one to celebrate my birthday—whether that be rooted in a desire to not be alive, not believing I’m worthy of celebrating, or just general insecurity. It’s a radical experience to now want to be here, to see a future, to be able to imagine seeing another birthday, and to be alive for moments like these I never could have imagined to be this beautiful.  I celebrated so, so much more than my birthday. I celebrated all of it. In my own way. For 100 miles.  
I’m so full of gratitude. For the experience, for all that running has brought my life, for my nephew’s giggle, for the mountains, for showing up for myself and the...