These photos showcase Dr. Ida Slusher’s incredible mission work in Kenya, where she partners with local communities to educate, support, and deliver compassionate care. Her global impact is truly inspiring.

Plant hope, prune the pessimists, and build the kind of ecosystem that sustains you.

JKG: Just Keep Going

The Pain Cave. Ultras are known for the “Pain Cave,” this mythical place where athletes suffer for hours on end. What I learned after my bike accident in April is that the Pain Cave doesn’t mean “pain” like a head injury or broken bones. It means stripping down the physical artifice of normal life and exposing your muscles and sinew to the world. It’s totally vulnerable, and I (the anxiety-riddled former football player who very few people believed was setting a reasonable goal) wanted to see what would happen when I was stripped down to that vulnerable place. Leadville was my first 100 miler, and I didn’t care when and how I got to experience the Pain Cave. I just wanted to experience it of my own volition, not because of a damn car making a left turn without seeing me. And I learned that I could go into that cave, turn on a light, and find thousands of people giving me love and telling me how I inspired them no matter how the race turned out.  I hope I can inspire other people to do things that mortify them and seem impossible. Because when you venture into the cave and make yourself that vulnerable, I bet that there might be something special waiting for you when you turn on a light 🧡 This video is from the 20% grade on Powerline climb at mile 80. I didn’t want to walk a step of the race, and I was having doubts. I was in the cave. And the believers were with me in this moment, carrying me to a record I didn’t know I could achieve. Thank you to all my cave friends 🙏 Also, on the drive home to our AirBnB after the race, I thought I was dying. It was my first 100, and it felt so strange. I made Megan pull over. She’s a doctor, and she assured me I wasn’t dying. But I wasn’t sure. So I sat there, about to pass out, when suddenly: FARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT. I let out a 20-second fart from the pits of hell. “It was just a fart panic,” Megan said. Ultras are the best.

#ThrowbackThursday looking back at a fantastic turn-up to the public talk on 'Literary Topographies and Historical City Maps: Bristol, Swansea, London' by our very own @profhelenfulton Dark, rain, and cold could not keep Prof Fulton from lighting up the Lord Mayor's Chapel⭐️

With the Stop Shopping Choir UK #Davidgraeber #davidgraeberinstitute