Articles by Julie Moulton

Last Call 50 Miler

I couldn’t tell you the number of times I’ve been downtown when the lights turn on and the barkeep shouts out last call. Too many. My friends and I would crowd the bar to order one final glass to keep the endorphins buzz...

Last Runner Standing

Endless gray stretched over the highway in front of us. The windshield wipers scraped away heavy drops. I looked out the passenger window without saying much. I registered for Last Runner Standing because I thought it...

Lone Star 100

Bleary-eyed and disheveled, I stumbled into a motel lobby in El Paso, desperate for a cup of coffee. I stared at my bare feet. I must look like the most hungover girl on earth. Glancing up, I locked eyes with a dude wear...