Jenny Sheets, June 2013

The Lookout
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Monday, June 24, 2013 - 8:59pm Jenny Sheets

The dust on the trail whipped around the weathered trees and the sun beat down with uncompromising force as I began yet another consecutive lap up the ‘M’ Trail. Cognitive abilities fell by the wayside as I continued to trudge upwards. Beads of sweat dripped over my brow, while each breath became dryer and shallower. Suddenly my toe caught a rock, bringing me crashing down to the dry, hot earth. I could barely pick up my body—skin broken from the jagged rocks, psyche broken from physical and mental fatigue. Nothing could push me onward right now; the trail had beaten me. And then I heard it: the whomp, whomp, whomp of helicopter blades overhead. I looked up in panic, hands still hugging the earth, and felt my heart rate quicken. How had they found me?!

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Saturday, June 8, 2013 - 8:54pm Jenny Sheets

A scientific comparison of the Fargo Marathon to the Bridger Ridge Run

"Bonk" —verb. to run out of energy mid-run, to deplete the body's glycogen stores, to "hit the wall."

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