Photo: Raphael Rychetsky Blog by Jillian Rodriguez We’re nearly 130 miles into our road trip and ready to take our first pit stop to fuel up the car and ourselves. We’re on our way to Chicago...
This tribe is our community, our church, our group of like minded individuals. We share stories, make deep connections on runs using little or no words, and we find ourselves amidst groups where no one gives a sideways glance about a 6 hour run through the mountains. We revel in the presence of those who have similar shared experience, and we breath a little easier because of it. We are bolstered by the community, encouraged by other people’s race performances, and by our communal tenacity to push tin search of our limits.
Alpenhorn at the beginning of Western States 100. Photo: Erik Schulte
By Sarai Snyder, Boulder, CO Growing up, almost every meal in our house was homemade. In the evening we would gather at the table, my father at the head, or it would seem, at least closest to...
By Jillian Rodriguez If you think the title of this article is an oxymoron, you’re not alone. I used to think that safely eating out on a strict gluten-free diet was impossible. On my bad...
Erik post hill race. photo: Jess Schulte By Erik Schulte On our first night in Scotland we rummaged through a stack of dvd’s at the cottage where we were saying. Amidst the plethora of UK rom coms...
Summer is almost here and we couldn’t think of a better time to highlight some of our current favorite GF Instagrammers. Meet Sari of Eat Well Detroit - her obsession with rainbow bowls keeps our...
"I would move forward, learn, grow, and ever so slowly, change. This didn’t come without challenges though. Running isn’t always fun, and change is almost always uncomfortable." - Erik Schulte
Growing up in the suburbs of metro Detroit, I was less of a Huckleberry Finn and more of a Harriet the Spy — always observing the world and people around me, but never straying far from the familiarity of my neighborhood blocks.
For me, adventure meant treading every nearby street with my best friend by bike, slapping our spare change on the counter of the neighborhood convenience store for daily slurpees and packs of Sour Patch Kids to split between the two us.
Winding our way through the aisles of the supermarket, the familiar landscape of our neighborhood grocery store now looms large; shelves stocked with products that hold a strange power over me simply on the merit of the ingredients they contain.
By: Erik Schulte I woke to a line of ants crawling single file across the crispy outer shell of my bivy sack. The desert sand had found its way into all the nooks and crannies of...
By Jillian Rodriguez I was seventeen and a junior in high school when the phone rang with test results from my doctor: Celiac Disease. I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease in 2007, over a decade...
I soon found that the GFB PB & J Bites and Peanut Butter Bars did just the trick. These hardy and delicious snacks easily keep me from binging on pizza and donuts while out and about, and are so deliciously peanut buttery that I still don't have to come to grips with my problematic relationship with peanut butter.