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“… a researcher’s precision, and a poet’s restraint.”

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My name is Genna. I’m a 30-year-old trauma-informed writer, creative, and ultra-endurance cyclist. In 2013, before graduating high school, I was kicked out of my family home by my parents after an adolescence squandered by domestic violence, hoarding, and narcissistic abuse. Fearful, consistently displaced, but convicted to remain the authority of my future, I picked up bike racing, using the deconstruction of generational and cognitive patterns to use meaning as a road map forward.

For five years, I lived in a classic van to self-support my ambitions, and have since broken the 240-mile women’s Katy Trail record twice, planned and completed multiple solo bikepacking routes, and am currently on a winding but firm collision course with an exponentially greater challenge- the Trans-Am Nonstop.

This is an ongoing collection of essays documenting my progress, exploring thought itself, and parallel stories of human endurance where I invite you, dear reader, into the pulse.

Latest Posts

  • Parhelion

    A Short Story. It was over fifty years ago when they lost the Sun. The whirling, faintly glittering Mists rolled over the earth and changed the way of life for everything. The sky lowered and fused with the sea, and everything on the earth entered delirium. The only sign of stars or moon for mortals…

  • The Ghost of a Giant

    Meeting and Chasing an International Hero I haven’t yet become familiar with a successful competitive athlete with a story like mine. I’m sure they are out there. I hope they are. My whole “why” in endurance sport is to serve as an example of what can be done anyway, when the social support (namely, family…

  • My Mother’s Shadow Sister

    I am compelled to begin with a disclaimer. I refuse to write on the surface of things and the story I tell here is intense. I am a decade removed from the life I talk about ahead, which lends itself to forgetting detail. You’ll have to excuse me, I was a kid. I am obligated…

  • The Eulogy of the Man Who Always Came to My Rescue

    -‘Peace be Still’, by Candy Christmas plays- “As once I was, I shall never be. As now I am, I shall ever be.”-Jerry Lewis Olliff, aka “Granitehead” Good morning, Vietnam. Thank you, to each and every one of you, for being here today. I hope this afternoon finds you well, but I also hope it…