Welcome To The Trail Crone Chronicles
Smart-Ass Wisdom for Runners Who Refuse to Act Their Age.
If you’re here, chances are good you’re a runner over 35 who still chooses the hills, laughs at the pain, and rolls your eyes at anything that smells like cutesy motivation.
Good.
You’re my people.
The Trail Crone Chronicles are where the grit, humour, and unfiltered truth live.
These aren’t pep talks.
They aren’t polished quotes.
They’re the things you only say once you’ve logged enough miles to stop caring what anyone thinks.
This is where we talk about:
running because sitting still feels like aging in fast-forward
choosing hard things on purpose
the humour you earn from decades of life + dirt + mistakes
the kind of trail wisdom that hits because you’ve lived it
what it means to be an underdog, or back-of-the-pack runner, with fire still in the belly
You won’t find sugarcoating here.
If you want that, go lick a donut.
Around here, we tell the truth, we find the humour, and we keep moving. Because the trail doesn’t lie, and neither do I. I also do not have a filter, in case you didn’t notice.
Welcome to the Crone corner of this space.
Grab your shoes and some Fireball.
We’ve got stories to tell.
— The Trail Crone
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