CONCLUDING.

My Augustana running career ended in so many places. Technically, you could say it ended May 15, 2021, when I ran my last race in the golden AU uniform. Or in June of that same year, when the injury that unknowingly ended it all occurred. Or a random Monday on campus⁠—just under three weeks ago⁠—when

RADICAL PATIENCE.

I got the chance to plan and lead a weekday service at my university’s chapel this morning. Below is the transcript of my sermon! If you think about it, Advent is a time of waiting. We wait for four weeks, from the very end of November right up to Christmas Eve to celebrate Jesus.  In

4 THINGS I LEARNED IN THE MIDST OF INJURY.

1. EVERYONE ELSE IS ALSO GOING THROUGH SOMETHING One of the coolest things about constantly being in the training room for PT is seeing the other athletes there too. So many athletes on campus have injuries and I wouldn’t have known if not for seeing them at rehab. And while obviously you never want anyone

SWIM. SWAM. SWUM.

Man, time really flies when you’re having fun(?). It’s been almost 12 weeks since surgery and 16 weeks since I last ran. But training doesn’t stop—it just evolves. In the past four months, I’ve done a lot of cross training: biking, rowing, ellipticaling, and (of course) swimming. Luckily for me, I joined swim team my

HOW TO NOT-RUN(?)

It’s no secret (or maybe it is) that I haven’t run in a long time. Twelve weeks (or 87 days) to be exact. In the space between injury and surgery, not-running was easy. For a while, I could convince myself that maybe I’d be fine without surgery and my comeback would be quick. I biked

THE POWER OF SHAME

A little more than two weeks ago, I had my first post-op appointment with my doctor. I was just under two weeks out of surgery and a day removed from having bent my knee to 85°. (Side note: my goal was to be at 90° in two weeks.) Easy, I thought. I can show my

PRACTICING THANKFULNESS

A little over a week ago, I misstepped on a trail run and dislocated my kneecap. It stayed out of place for around two hours, and (once it was finally put back in place at the ER) for the next five days, I barely moved. At all. But then, slowly, some of the mobility came

LESSONS LEARNED

This past year of running has been pretty good to me. I trained hard, upped my mileage a bit (then dropped it back down), set some PRs for the first time in four years, broke 5 minutes in the mile (and then did it some more for good measure), qualified for my first NCAA Nationals

THOUGHTS OF A FIRST-TIME STEEPLER

Four days ago, I raced my first* steeplechase. It was exhilarating; it was exciting; it was. . . exhausting. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, so, to save you from also not knowing what you’re getting yourself into (if you ever decide to run it), I’ve compiled my thoughts from the day. 7:45 am

RUNNING (SHOULD BE) FUN

You know when you expect really great things out of yourself and then all of a sudden you can’t even muster up “okay” results because anything besides great is automatically bad?? Yeah, that sucks. And in the weeks following nationals (yay, whoot whoot, I qualified!), my running was exactly there. Any time I ran, I