Hello, I’m Tanya. Pronounced Tanya. Not Tan-ya. Not Ton-ya. Tanya. Please don’t mess that up. Though if we’re splitting hairs here, my real name is Tatiana.
I am that ultra running blogger with the trucker hat and braids who is crass and opinionated and more-than-slightly disturbing, but also goofy and informative and smiley.
Don’t let my hybrid Southern accent and charm (snort) mislead you—I’m originally from Princeton, New Jersey and wear my Jersey girl attitude and smarts like a fucking badge of honor! But I will eat the hell out of your okra and grits, please and thank you and bless your heart, ma’am.
Running is the only New Year’s resolution I have kept—I started with a 5k, flirted with distance running, then fell head-over-heels down the rabbit hole of magical ultra running. I now crave that primal emotion that materializes at mile 99.5 when the finish line is in sight and you are dirty and tired and hurting and happy and so damn proud of yourself that you could cry if you had any sodium left in your body.
The name Dirty Yellow Shorts has some meaning behind it, of course! And it is not that kind of dirty, you perv. Wrong site. Go away. I ran a race once and got my yellow shorts dirty. Rather than boohoo and fall off the face of the Earth in embarrassment, I blogged about it. Like the badass bitch I am.
Life is messy and imperfect and awkward and embarrassing and incredible. You may go out there and make a damn fool of yourself. You can either hang your head and be ashamed, or you can laugh and own being weird as fuck.