Ultra runner, trail running and more with special guest Tanya Hodgson.
Tanya is an ultra runner, trail runner, kayaker and pistol-totin’ hiking badass. When we catch up with her on this podcast episode, we get the opportunity to delve deep into all those adventures. Tanya has battled her own demons in the past but the result is an energetic, strong, inspiring woman who loves spending time outdoors with her two boys and her dog. She puts all of her focus into the simple pleasures in life and it’s contagious just listening to her.
Here’s Tanya Hodgson, doing what she does best:
Available on:
iTunes: Episode 008: Tanya Hodgson – Ultra Runner and Hiker – HIKE OR DIE Outdoor Adventure Podcast
Spotify: Episode 008: Tanya Hodgson – Ultra Runner and Hiker – HIKE OR DIE Outdoor Adventure Podcast
Podbean: Episode 008: Tanya Hodgson – Ultra Runner and Hiker – HIKE OR DIE Outdoor Adventure Podcast
Special thanks to our offical Podcast sponsors:
BLUEY MERINO – A fully Australian-owned-and-operated Merino Activewear & Outdoor Clothing company.
RHEOS GEAR – Floating Sunglasses (Available in Australia through HOWDOG Fishing & Outdoors)
TOPO MAPS+ – Go deeper into the backcountry
CARIBEE – One of Australia’s most well known and leading backpack, travel and outdoor brands.
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This is the Australian Satin Bower Bird:
(Photo credit: David Flannery as seen on abc.net.au)
Here is the incredibly bright Australian Regent Bower Bird:
(Photo credit: Patty McGann/Flickr as seen on: australiangeographic.com.au)
A fantastic shot of a Fairy Wren:
(Photo credit: Simon Bennett as seen on: australiangeographic.com.au)
Check out Alex Honnold’s great TED Talk on his Free Solo climbs up Half Dome and El Capitan:
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Here’s the poem that Tanya referenced that inspired her tattoo:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
