This is much more interesting than the new SOBO supported record.  Good for her!

Her is an article on her. One of the AT FB pages said she was closer to finishing around 50 days.

Does seem very suspicious.

I'm calling Bullshit on 45 days. The whiteblazes website is got a lot of detail and no one is buying it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx0Jcgku2_c

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-IwKP_f1ww

http://www.hikeforourlives.org/donate-directly - Donations go to fund their hiking and whatever is left over will  "be split among Freedom2Fit, Inc. and Luther Farm to help support trauma victims..."

"...we share this story with the world and campaign for awareness around using the healing benefits of fitness and permaculture to help battle PTSD."

Ok I totally get exercise as an alternative medicine for mental health but permaculture??????

Holy crap this chick is crazzzyyyy.  Check this out.  Posted on her Facebook this morning.  (And yes, it is one big whole wall of text there.  No paragraphs, sorry!)

"You want to know how I did it? I got uncomfortable, real uncomfortable. Let me explain the details of my Sobo hike. Earlier this year I left everything and randomly without research found myself walking the AT. I weighed 153 lbs. and I am only 5’3. The biggest I’ve ever been. My first day on the trail I walked 10 miles up Angles Rest just outside Pearisburg, VA going south with basically a stranger in barrowed summer gear. I had no idea what I was doing but I needed to do this and that was all I knew at the time. I was only supposed to walk 630 miles’ home. As we continued to walk I wanted to finish. I had some detours along the way. My step dad had a stroke and I had to take four weeks off to help out my mom. I started back in Harpers Ferry, WV on May 2, 2016. I met my second trail family and I was hiking 24-26 miles in about a 7-9 hour window depending on the terrain. This was still with a heavy pack. At the time I was joking with my friends and kept saying, “Maybe I’ll just yo-yo”. We would laugh, but I started to mean what I was saying. People kept talking about Anish and her story fascinated me. It kept pulling at me. I looked up everything I could. Finally, I got to the Doyle Hotel where they have her name on this board and I kept staring at it. I leaned over to my friend Extra Credit and said, “I think I can do that” and he smiled and said, “I think you could too”. I continued to enjoy my walk to Maine. Laying out with my friends, stopping in every town and enjoying every aspect about the trail, but I also started to obsess about what it would take to do a solo hike in record time. I got rid of everything. My sleeping bag turned into an emergency blanket and the fleece liner Baltimore Jack gave me before he passed. I carried a hammock through Maine and then gave it to a Sobo I met with a leaking tent in Andover, ME. Nothing warm to wear, just the clothes on my back. A water filter. A knife. Food bag with only a day’s worth of food. A protein shake bottle, and smart water bottle. Half of a thermarest sleeping pad. Toothbrush, toilet paper, sanitizer. The end. I was not quiet about what I was doing. I told everyone and got hikers feedback on what they thought I could go without. There were some on my Nobo who would hear of my intentions and stop talking to me. There were others who were excited and energized me. For the first time in my life people weren’t telling me I couldn’t do it, they were telling me they believed I could. And I believed I could too. Shortly after that I went to a festival in Vernon, NJ. I met people who lived on a farm and they invited us to stay for a few days once we got to New York. I had been walking on an injured foot, and against the good advice of my friends continued to do so, did I mention I am stubborn? So, I ended up with a mid-foot sprain and torn ligaments from over use. The farm housed me for almost five weeks until I could walk again. This farm had helped me so much, so had the trail, and I wanted to give back to it in a big way. So I created hike for our lives to try and raise money for it and for Freedom 2 Fit. I wanted my website to be a place where other victims of trauma could not only share their stories and be heard but as be a bridge that connected them positive ways to heal from their PTSD. We never did raise that much money and mostly my friends would donate $10-$20 so I could eat. Late July I had finally made it to Andover, Maine and I was hiking big miles, and taking a rest day and repeat to try and get used to what that would look like. When I got to Pine Ellis and turned my phone off air plane mode. I learned my friend back home wasn’t doing so well in hospice. I had a choice, go home and try to make it or start my sobo self-supported hike and try to make it. After speaking with our mutual friend, I skipped the last 240 miles of my Nobo hike and on Aug 3rd arrived in Millinocket, ME. I remember laying on the floor of the lodge and counting my bruises, wondering if I would become emaciated like Anish, I had only lost 10 lbs. this entire time. I thought of Derrick dying alone of throat cancer. My dog that I missed and the stress my mother was under due to its presence in her home. I thought about all the women and men who have ever said no and were not heard. I thought about my own story and how for once in my life I was going to finish one thing that I started for myself. No matter what, I knew I could walk the trail in under 90 days. I walked/ran for 15-20 hours a day. I was hitting town so fast I stopped carrying more food than I needed to. I ate real food in town or would smash pizza at the hostels I passed, charge my phone and keep going. The problem with this is my stomach started shrinking. I couldn’t eat plates of food like I could before and I couldn’t carry the weight and my miles a day were dropping. I was starting to hit walls at 46 miles a day. In the SNP I missed judge my food and I ran out. I had walked for 28 hours straight and was starting to nod off as I walked. Something I haven’t experienced since Basic Training. I needed to eat and I had no food. There was nowhere to go but Waynesboro, VA which is 6 miles off trail and you have to get there by highway. I had to hitch, I had no other option. A man and his very cute son picked me up and took me to the hostel. I even let his son take a picture of me. I did not hide this from anyone. I ate, I slept and was dropped back at Rock Fish gap where I was picked up. I do not know why this man is saying he gave me a ride 50 plus miles ahead and I can’t prove that he is lying. Seems some have made up their minds to believe him and that is okay. I didn’t just put myself through the most intense emotional pain for those people. I did it to show the world you can do anything, if you want to, but you have to want to. I didn’t carry tampons and free bled the one time I had a period looking like a lunatic for nothing. The chaff this caused was almost unbearable, I kept walking through it. My friend died and so did my baby cousin who I will never get to meet. With a heavy heart I walked into Andover, ME again and took a zero. It was a rainy day. I met a group of nobos and sobos and gave away more of my gear and food and got more feedback of we we all thought was possible. I did not get to say goodbye to them for nothing. My mail drops my friend sent me contained chia seeds, protein powder, jerky, candy, trail mix, and $40-$60 bucks in every box. Waiting on the boxes cut into my time, so I eventually told him to stop sending them. My last mail drop box would be at Mnt. Harbor B&B right before Roan Mnt. It was too much weight and I just ended up giving the food away anyways. It was a dry season. But my miles were so big that I never went without water or the food I needed for the most part. I knew where to go and where not to go because I had just spent almost six months walking the trail with a few places missed here and there on what I like to call my broken flip-flop (Nobo hike). My body no longer hurt the way it used to. Hoka donated the 4 pairs of shoes I needed to complete my hike. Zpacks sent a 6oz bivy to keep the bugs away at night. I only had to walk through rain three times and then my very last day from Blood Mnt shelter to Springer in GA I got hammered with rain. Soaked and the only thing I could do to keep from going hypothermic was keep moving. Everything in my pack was wet. Luckily, I had nothing of value in my pack, except my phone and notes from friends of encouragement that I read every morning or when I started to feel sorry for myself. Anyone who knows me, knows I’ve never cared too much about the details. I am an initiator and let others fill in the gaps for me. People squabble, and I take action and do. I am going to die one day and I don’t care for anyone’s gossip or petty games. Some think this makes me rude, luckily I don’t care what others think. For 45 days I have walked day and night. I have barely slept. I have gone without any form of comfort except from the few times I got to speak with other small groups of sobos who fed me their energy so I could keep going. Physically I am tired but I still feel strong. I lost a total of 20 lbs. from Jan to Sep and for those of you who do not think I am skinny enough, you have a warped perception of what an Athlete should look like. You can’t body shame me or make me take back my claim. I walked every step of that trail and if you want to argue that my one hitch into town somehow makes my hike supported, it doesn’t matter because last I checked, I beat that time too. I did not just go through all that for nothing and I will not retract my claim. I am a person, who has lived her life the best she could. I am an open book which often leaves me open for attacks on my character, that’s fine. I will not stop having integrity because you guys don’t like my answers or my truth, it doesn’t make it any less true and I will continue to live and love well doing my part to be a positive impact in this world instead of a miserable one. So for anyone out there who has never gone on a long distant hike please continue to cast about your make believe and nonsense of what it takes. I’ll out hike you any day. Some think I hike fast, I consider myself average with a walking pace of 3-3.5 miles an hour depending on the terrain. Somedays I was faster, somedays I was slower, but I didn’t stop and when I did it gave me the reprieve I needed to keep going. What Karl did was amazing. I wish I could run like that and do those miles in less time. I would have been able to sleep more. I have no doubt in my mind someone could run that trail in 40 days if they were willing to get real uncomfortable and maybe Karl could have if he cut into the hours he slept. I am not trying to be disrespectful of anyone. I also will not retract my claim. I put my heart and soul if they exist into this project and everyone is just going to have to deal with the fact that a woman, with only military training, a past of trauma that has made me hard as nails, and a big ass heart walked the Appalachian Trail in record time with only herself, and trail magic along the way. And if you want more proof than the people who’ve seen and met me, and the dozens of pictures, and the few video’s I was able to make, put a camera, spot device, and new pair of shoes in my hand and I’ll show the world how you walk all day and night."

Where is the putting foot in mouth (over and over again) emoticon?

There is some, what we call in the mental health world, axis 2 diagnoses going on here - a little bit of borderline personality d/o mixed with some narcissistic personality d/o and throw in a bit of delusional d/o.  Most people call that a "whack job" but truly something is not right.