I think the last time I felt truly, entirely afraid was when the 50 pound rock came tumbling in my direction on a steep scramble, 13,000 feet in the air.
And now it's october
and there are wildfires quarreling with snowstorms, questionable trick-or-treating and an election moments away.
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I miss, 5/18
I miss the election news. Good news. Any other news.
Training Week 7: Where is the sun / universal healthcare rant
The wonders of warm and sunny days were absent this week. It was significantly colder, snowier, and gloomier.
Training Week 6: Trail shape
As the miles keep coming, I feel tired but strong. But I’m also nervous that I’m not climbing enough, getting on technical trails, and mirroring what Pikes will be like — if the race even happens.
Training Week 5: Hope in hard times
Training is my journey and I guess the journey is one big destination.
Training Week 4: Cutback
Colorado is officially on lockdown so I’m trying to run on non-busy trails that I can reach from my home at off-hours.
Training Week 3: Distancing, Blizzards, Hip..
The subtle shifts feel sharp. Maybe it’s the lack of control?