Becky Boyle

Becky Boyle, based out of Denver, Colorado, is a Colorado law clerk, accomplished runner, and one a mission: to climb the 58 Colorado 14ers in one year. She is self-described as being short, with a big brown braid, booty shorts, and a ballcap. "I’m the chick looks like she’s always ready to get out for a run."  Follow along on her adventure. You can find her photo story here

What are your three most prized accomplishments?

I once got to run in the Olympic marathon trials in LA—but I got my ass kicked. I graduated from law school this past May and landed a sweet job in Colorado. I hiked 250 miles on the John Muir Trail in 14 days last year with my best buds and my partners in crime on the 58 Peaks Project.

What are your three favorite things to do?

Trail running, climbing (mountains or rocks), and hunting for music.

Where are your three favorite places to be?

My favorite places are the family cabin in Gananoque, Canada - where I first fell in love with the outdoors, the lush rainforests of the Pacific Northwest, and the mountains!

What is one thing that people don't know about you, but should?

Oh man, that’s luckily an easy one. I’m a quadruplet (4 kids born at one time) born on the Fourth of July. That's my toss-away trivia question! But more seriously, I guess people should know that I deal with depression. It definitely impacts my passions sometimes, but I’ve also learned to deal with it more effectively from my pursuits outdoors.

What is your wildest adventure?

I’d say that the John Muir Trail was pretty wild, in addition to the 4-day road trip across Utah that preceded it. Before that time, I had never been West. The desert and the mountains were incomprehensible. Living out of a backpack for weeks and roaming the most rugged and raw parts of America lit a fire that had always been smoldering inside of me. The adventure continued when I moved to Colorado this year and began to climb, run, and hike through this state.

If you could go anywhere in the world and do anything, what would it be?

I would love to be an outdoor writer either in Colorado or Portland, OR. I also wouldn’t mind completely abandoning a home base and living out of Toyota Tacoma with my cat.

What is your personal definition of feminism?

Feminism, to me, is the idea that all people are entitled to unapologetically pursue their own identities and find happiness in their sense of self, regardless of their gender. Women face an extremely tough time in overcoming criticism, doubts, and disregard in our society today when they express a desire to live outside the norm (and men face it, too, but the circumstances are different). Being a feminist to me means claiming my voice and my body in a world that can make you feel silent and out of place. I want to empower myself and others around me, both in the outdoors and in daily life.

What do you find valuable in being a woman in the adventure/outdoor industry?

I think the most valuable aspect of being a woman in the outdoor industry is that even when it feels the opposite, you are not alone in the wild. Women have been slowly carving special enclaves into the outdoor industry over the years, reaching out to their female counterparts with exciting plans and ways to make them happen. I am so happy to have a front-row seat to the action - watching women push the boundaries of possibility outside. Being a woman in the outdoors is a point of pride, and I am stoked to follow others’ example and cook up my own dreams. The community cares about sharing skills and knowledge so that other chicks can get after it. I appreciate those in-roads as am I getting into the more technical and wilder adventures out here.

Who is another woman who inspires you?

Obviously, my 58 Peaks Partners are my heroes and eternal keepers of stoke: Kaylen Glaser and Kristen Mohror. I also am so glad to have a running partner as awesome as Elizabeth Sasseman, who has been around for some of my stupider and crazier adventures, from going to the ER in Leadville after I bashed myself open on a rock, to helping me cowboy-haul my crappy Ford 5 miles down a dirt road back to civilization.