Amelia Boone

Yesterday, I decided to clean out the trunk of my car.

There are times in life when you feel like everything is FINALLY coming together, like life is finally making sense.

In November, I made a really bonehead move.

Is this the real life?

For the fifth year, we came.

Obstacle racing has been fantastic.

Before I begin, let me preface that I am not a medical professional and hold no qualifications or certifications (even meaningless ones where you pa

There are times in life when things just feel right.

The typical interview question will go something like this: “So why do you think you are successful in obstacle racing?”

It’s been a hibernation kind of winter here in Chicago.

I hate it when cliches are true: one moment, you feel like you are on top of the world, and the next – things coming crashing down.

If there is one thing I learned from the Reebok Spartan Race World Championships this past weekend, it’s that you can EASILY get rope burn through c

At my grandma’s 90th birthday party following the Pacific Northwest Spartan Sprint, I found myself in a conversation with a family friend, who I had

*for me.

Participants registered: 390 Participants that started the race: 206 Finishers: 41 Finishers that received all 8 chips as of 6am Monday morning (“fi

World’s Toughest Mudder registration went live two weeks ago, and judging from the Facebook and social media reaction, you would have thought TMHQ h

As I passed a group of guys at the sandbag carry during the Indiana Spartan Sprint this past weekend, I heard “Are you kidding?

During P.E. class in fifth grade, we timed our 100m dash in the parking lot of good ol’ Palisades School.

A conversation that happened with a couple in my apartment building the other day: Man: “Excuse me, but I have to ask, are you a trainer?

Two years ago, the letters “DNF” meant nothing to me.

The racing season hasn’t exactly started off with a bang.

So the world didn’t end today, though judging by the looks of the weather outside here in Chicago, it may still choose to do so.

You all can blame WTM 2011 for me entering into the blogosphere.

No, not like booze hangover.

It’s that time of year again.

The second ever World’s Toughest Mudder is rapidly approaching on November 17th.

It’s “Active Recovery Week” here at my Crossfit box, and I am irrationally angry about it.

The winners have been declared, the legs have become mobil-ish again, and the bruises and scrapes have begun to heal.

As I sit in an Epsom salt bath, the random musings of a brain on overdrive: Grape Pedialyte is the bomb.

I’m not big on anniversaries.

A funny thing happened over the past few weeks.

As we began the 6hr drive back to Philly from Vermont, I broke out my legal pad and a pen and began to list all the tasks we completed in the 2012 D

Total time to finish: 60 hours, 23 minutes Place: 2nd female Total approximate distance covered: 50-70 miles (depending on who you talk to) Clif bar

When I signed up for the Death Race back in December, I remember talking to a previous Death Race finisher and asking about the race.

When you take three of my current obsessions (Crossfit, obstacles, and hills) and roll them up into one race, I may start foaming at the mouth out o

I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure out practical uses for my shiny new KA-Bar,* spoils of being crowned “Top Team” at S.E.R.E.

My body hates me.

I posed the question this past weekend: “Which is harder to describe, the Death Race or a GoRuck Challenge?”

Post-Winter Death Race, I’ve received tons of questions about the race, my experience, and life in general.

A stump almost broke me.

T-minus one week til Winter Death Race.

The Winter Death Race is three weeks away.

[Fair warning: this post may be full of typos and grammatical errors.

If you looked up the definition of “creature of habit,” I would be highly surprised if there wasn’t a picture of me sitting there.

To the consenting [willing], no injury is done.

A tangential conversation that took place between my girlfriend and I a few weeks before WTM: GF: “So how are you getting out there?”

I live in the middle of a concrete jungle.

(1) Thou shall respect the power of neoprene All stripping down was done separately While there were many different types of crazy at WTM, it quickly became apparent that many people underestimated…