"Great Faith. Great Doubt. Great Effort." The Three Essentials of Training - Zen Proverb After getting married at the end of January, Jess and I knew we would only have one shot at getting in a honeymoon amid her hectic senior year of researching and interning: spring break! There are plenty of items on the bucket … Continue reading Spring Flingin’ (Antelope Island 50K, Maze District Honeymoon, Zane Grey 50M)
The descent leading to the third climb was really fun technical running and the fog was really heavy making for an intense sensation of isolation and solitude. I turned on some music to put the mountain lion fears on the back burner and alternated between power hiking and shuffling up the steep third climb. Near the top I saw a coyote disappear into the mist beside the trail.
Racing along the rim of the big ditch, Type II fun in the the wilderness and a return to the 100 mile distance. Lots of enduring, enjoying and exploring great places/mental spaces. Cover Photo by Derrick Lytle.
Spring break running report: Monument Valley Half Marathon! Scouting the Zion 100K course! Setting a new Fastest Known Time (FKT) on the Buckskin-Paria route!
The Roadtripping: Wanting to waste no time, and to avoid the 100 degree heat in Grand Junction we were back in the car with running gear, climbing gear, mountain bikes and the mountaineering kit headed for Washington and the Cascade volcanoes one day after getting back from Idaho. The plan was to brush off our … Continue reading Roadtripping and Redemption
6:30 AM, June 14th (Day 18) - I am waist deep in Marble Creek, wading across just moments after packing up camp, and I am wearing every piece of clothing I have with me including my down jacket. Jess starts across behind me, almost goes down in the swift current and looks up. "What should I do?" Should we cross in tandem, look for a better place to cross, wait until it warms up a little more? "Go back." I say between strong breaths caused by the icy cold water rushing over my legs. I mean go back to the bank and we'll figure it out, but by the time I return to the muddy bank I realize I mean go back, go all the way back, home.