I’m just going to get this out of the way immediately: yes, I fell. I lasted over two hours without failing to rise to the occasion of deep mud, slippery gravel descents, and rock gardens. Then, instead of taking the road, I suggested we head back to the house on a trail that I often run. Note that I said “trail” because when we turned onto the path it was not a trail. It was a river. It wasn’t just extremely muddy or washed out. There was full on flowing water connecting dee

Eleven weeks ago I was on the ground in tears waiting for an ambulance. A car blitzed through a stop sign, knocked me off my bike, and just like that life was very different. To an outsider, it was a forgettable accident: I didn’t break any bones, there was nonpermanent damage, and so life goes on. For me, it was life changing and it completely consumed me. I couldn’t walk, sit down, or stand up by myself. I couldn’t turn my head and, with torn intercostal muscles, every sing

I open my 2017 season with Half Challenge Gran Canaria. #challenge #Sports #Spain #triathlon #Athlete #grancanaria #video #triathlete #canaryislands #Racing #Travel #proathlete

“You’ve been disqualified!” Edward shouted at me from the sidelines as I laid on the cement, feeling the adrenaline and pain surge through me. In what universe was this situation ever imagined? First, let’s back up. I was in Seville for the Sevilla-Itálica half iron distance triathlon. It was a small local event that fit perfectly into my calendar to top off winter training and get me into race mode for the start of my 2017 season. Pre-race was a wash of Spanish but, regardle

Should I keep moving forward? Suddenly I was questioning my direction and feeling completely lost. My mind was a constant knot of questioning as I tried to get my bearings. When in doubt, up. It was “the big climb” around Mojacar. The visiting pro teams did their training camp testing there, the Strava KOM was highly contested and, more importantly, it was exactly what I needed. Ten kilometres of climbing would be long enough, I figured. Long enough to feel the work in my leg

Exploring the Mojacar playa and nature reserve, including the nudist beach! #trailrunning #Mojácar #nudistbeach #Spain #Sport #mojacarplaya #Running #athltete #triathlete

Race day! Windy, windy, windy… #windy #Ironman703 #Spain #triathlon #Athlete #Cycling #Sport #WomensCycling #Running #Travel #Lanzarote703 #Lanzarote

Getting ready for the Ironman 70.3 in Lanzarote. #SwimBikeRun #Spain #triathlon #Youtube #vlog #SarahBonner #racePrep #ironman #Lanzarote703

#Bayoles #catalan #Girona #Spain #lakebanyoles #Catalonia #sunrise #sunset

With a flight still looming, we figured we could “see everything” Barcelona had to offer from the top of Mount Tibidabo (yes, the same one for those “Friends” fans of you out there). We spotted the summit from the highway, mostly from the impressive Temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor church adorning the top, but getting there wasn’t as easy as we anticipated. The crammed Fiat 500 chugged up whatever road seemed to promise elevation. We were weaving up and down Barcelona until I

My favourite thing about running is that you don’t really need anything, just a pair of shoes. You don’t even need directions but somehow you’re feet always seem to find something: a new road, panoramic view, horses, serenity, dogs, motivation, mud, single-track, speed, the biggest hill ever, goats… Check my runs on Strava. #trailrunning #pladestany #Girona #Spain #triathlon #Banyoles #training #Athlete #Running #strava

Every six months like clock work, that’s how often I move. Saying goodbye is easy sometimes, sometimes it’s hard. Leaving Banyoles was hard. Mountains forever, beautiful lake Banyoles, and trainable winter temperatures. What more could you want? #trailrunning #Spain #triathlon #swimming #Wintertraining #Banyoles #Rocacorba #training #Athlete #Cycling #Running