An epic trail run in the Alps provided the inspiration for a new trail running challenge in New Hampshire.
With its beautiful cascades, 5,000-foot peaks, and challenging climbs, the 8.9-mile Franconia Ridge Loop is a fun and challenging run, and a great introduction to running in the White Mountains.
The fastest known time for the 15.4-mile Double Moosilauke route is an insane 3:16:23. So how long would it take a normal runner?
On the day after finishing third in the Mount Washington Road Race, Sage Canaday took on the Presidential Traverse.
A guide for those runners who aren’t going to set any records but still want to give this classic route a try.
If 2013 was the year of the fastest known time, we are declaring 2014 the year of the normal runner time.
Two weeks ago, Jesse Veinotte and Justin Contois set out to try to run the Midstate Trail, which travels the entire length of central Massachusetts.
David Bidler, a member of Maine’s Trail Monster Running club, details some of his favorite places to trail run.
With the spotty snow making for less than ideal cross-country skiing and snowshoeing conditions both this winter and last, I thought I would give another winter cross-training option a try.
Ultrarunner Leah Haynes shares some of her favorite places to run in southern New Hampshire and Vermont.
Liz Gleason, who set a new women’s course record at the Vermont 50k this year, shares some of her favorite mountain runs in Vermont.
New Hampshire runner and triathlete Robin Allen-Burke talks about some of her favorite places to run in the Lakes Region.
On January 1, 2013, I started my AT adventure by running 7.25 miles over ice and snow from Three Mile Road in Etna to the Hanover Coop. But the Hanover Coop isn’t quite the state line. And since I’d pushed myself hard a few weeks ago to make it all the way to Maine rather than stopping about a mile short on Mount Success, I couldn’t really do anything less on the southern end. It was time to finish what I’d started.
The first time someone told me that you can see the Boston skyline from the summit of Mount Monadnock, I wasn’t sure whether to believe it. Was it true, or was this supposed to be a joke? I responded with a noncommittal grunt that conveyed, I hoped, that if it was a joke, I wasn’t fooled, and if it was true, I already knew anyway.
It was Sunday. The first day of standard time. But my husband and I had decided not to change our clocks. We needed to be up early, and while I was okay with the clock saying 5 a.m. when the alarm went off, I was not excited for it to say 4 a.m. So, we decided to save our extra hour of sleep for the next night, when we’d really need it.