I want to tell the grocery store cashier to stop being so judgmental. Even though she doesn’t say anything as she scans the groceries, I can see it in her eyes. I have exceeded the amount of high-fructose corn syrup that...
Articles by Cory Reese
My manager walked toward my office and hesitantly stopped at the door when he saw me at my new standing desk. He got a puzzled look on his face like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem. “Wow, what made you de...
I pulled into the parking lot, an asphalt oasis surrounded by the scorching Arizona desert, and walked over to a line of people where I waited to check in and receive my bib number. Everyone around me looked confident an...
In the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, I watched the news in terror. I saw the number of positive cases growing exponentially and after a few nights, it all became too much. I broke. I laid down in bed and felt hot...
I’ve got a fever. And the only prescription is More Cowbell. The More Cowbell Trail, to be exact. Southern Utah is a largely undiscovered mecca of trail running. Wide desert vistas. Rolling slick rock. Trails skirting th...
There is mounting evidence that ultramarathons are creeping into the realm of Hollywood. Ultrarunning’s influence on the silver screen is subtle, but if you know what you’re looking for, the evidence is unmistakable. As...
Upon finishing a 100-miler, we often receive a shiny new belt buckle. Now what? I concede that my approach to wearing belt buckles may be all wrong. For years, my personal philosophy has been that a belt buckle deserves...
In the enlightened words of the iconic philosopher Kelly Clarkson, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I’m at least 81% certain Clarkson was referring to running an ultramarathon with your spouse. What I think sh...
Maybe it was peer pressure. Maybe it was sleep deprivation. Maybe it was the fact that Death Valley’s heat had cooked my brain like a piece of bacon on a skillet. It was probably a combination of all those things. But wh...
Last Annual Vol State 500k in 7 easy steps:1) Park your car at the finish line and board a bus with other runners.2) Drive the course in reverse to the start line.3) Run/walk/crawl 314 miles through the states of Missour...
The fuel that I used to use while running was pretty traditional like Tailwind, Mountain Dew and fruit. But that all changed when I began training for the Last Annual Vol State 500k. This 314-mile jaunt across Tennessee...
Sometimes life gets in the way of training. Sometimes there are family or work obligations. Sometimes it’s an injury. And then sometimes, it just boils down to the naughty “L” word. That’s right. Laziness. Your bed is ju...
On a March afternoon in Minnesota, the greatest event in running history took place on a modern-day Field of Dreams. Iconic races like Western States, the Boston Marathon and Badwater pale in comparison to this new quint...
Maybe my finish at the race had nothing to do with my dad dying. Then again, maybe my finish at the race had everything to do with my dad dying. I ran the Red Mountain 55k in southern Utah and when I reached the aid stat...
Dear Mile 68, Hey it’s me, Cory. I’m writing this letter because I have such a hard time communicating with you in person. We’ve had a pretty rocky relationship over the years. I’m always excited to sign up for a race be...
It is difficult to explain to a non-runner what it’s like to run an ultramarathon. How can you possibly put into words the excitement, the highs, the lows, the torture and the triumph of such an audacious pursuit? Here’s...
Finding a balance between ultrarunning and life is kind of like trying to juggle a spinning chainsaw, an angry cat and an oily bowling ball. Because of the time demands of family, work and training for something as audac...
I’M NOT SURE EXACTLY whereit was in Death Valley when the switch flipped for Andy. Maybe it was at mile 31 when Andy sat on a cooler on the side of the road vomiting a rainbow of Oreos and Tailwind into the darkness. May...
At mile 99 I kept glancing at my watch. I heard myself whimper, “Am I going to make it?” The sun was radiating fire so hot that I swear I could hear my skin sizzling. I was so tired that my eyes were begging for a moment...
If there’s one thing that scares me, it’s flying in airplanes. I hate them. If there are two things that scare me, they are flying in airplanes and getting my blood drawn. I have this pesky little habit of passing out wh...