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“I was bulimic in college and had a terrible self-image, until I found myself out here,” Jenni said.

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At dawn, she’d pull on sneakers and nothing else, then set off for long runs through warming her naked body. “I’d be out here for weeks at a time by myself,” Jenniexplained. “No one could see me, so I’d just go and go and go. It was the most fantastic feelingyou can imagine.” She didn’t need a watch or a route; she judged her speed by the tickle of windon her skin, and kept racing along the pine-needled trails until her legs and lungs begged her tohead back to camp.

Jenni has been hard-core ever since, running long miles even when Idaho is blanketed by snow.