So many people still don't know the difference between Idaho and Iowa or realize that there is so much more than potatoes going on up here. With incredible mountains, vast tracks of wilderness and world class trail running and mountain climbing opportunities, the lack of Idaho FKTs is something of an enigma...
"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)
"Forget goals. Value the process." - Jim Bouton Race: Moab Red Hot Distance: 55K (~33.5 miles on the GPS) Story: After finishing up work on Friday I drove down with the Burro and camped with Matt and Char along the Colorado River at a site they had secured earlier that morning. I checked in downtown, met … Continue reading Red Hot(ish) 55K(ish) race report
The Idaho Centennial Trail seems like a distant memory at this point and with school underway again I have settled back into my regular training regime. Some of the highlights of the last training block include mountain biking in Crested Butte, exploring trails in Ouray (Bridge of Heaven and Bear Creek), running the Desert Championship 10K put on by the Striders, taking 3rd at the Silverton Alpine 50K and seeing big improvements with my MAF/Maffetone training.
After spending a week or so training back at home and after a great weekend down in the San Juans with my conservation corps buddy Brad Knipper and Jess it was finally time for my first adventure in the Wasatch Mountains. I have spent months of my life guiding trips in the Uinta Mountains in Utah but had never been to the Wasatch so I wasn't sure what I was in for. The smooth granite cliffs, waterfalls and top-notch wildflowers blew me away and the two days before the race I enjoyed a little shake-out run to Cecret Lake where I found a spot away from the wedding photographers and crowds to just sit for hours enjoying the alpine, and getting a few more moments at altitude. My parents arrived on Friday and I headed to bed early in the hotel room while they went out for dinner. I don't know if it was pre-race jitters or the endless barrage of fireworks that went off until 2 am, but I only managed to get ~3 hours of sleep before I was up, eating oatmeal and donning my race kit. I drove to Snowbird early and checked in right at 5am. The race didn't start until 6:30 so I set up the back of my car and took a quick 45 minute nap to try and make up for the night before. By 6 am my parents were at the starting line, Karl had us chant that we would not trample any meadows and the countdown was on.