Sitting in near complete darkness, it's early in the morning and the sun hasn't risen yet. Steam from my coffee gently rises to my face, a -12F degree morning waits to greet me outside, it can wait. Reflecting on what I had experienced in the last five days has slowed my thought processes to a dreamlike …
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Beware The Gummy Bears, It’s A Trap
I don't get up at 6:00 in the morning for very much, if anything at all and yet here I am sitting on the couch barely able to focus on the coffee cup less than three feet from my face. I had little to no motivation to do anything at this hour aside for trying …
On The Road To The Trail, Eagle River
It was 4 hours of sleep, 6 and a half hours of driving over 340 miles to get here to Eagle River and the Eagle River Campground. I finally found a camp site, reserved it and was back in the car to find the trail head of the South Fork Trail of the Eagle River. …
Running the Ridge, Down and Bound For Kesugi
A couple of years ago I back packed the Kesugi Ridge, it has haunted me ever since. The trail left an incredible impression on me, even now I don't stop thinking of it, I was thinking that one day I should run it. And I have, from the Little Coal Creek Trail but not as …
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Starting Over………again
After running in my first ultra not to long ago, I was focused on recovery and how my body with my mangled knees would respond to the slow recovery that I had prescribed. A couple weeks went by and I started going out for test runs, seeing what was good and what needed attention. My …
Reflections Of A First Ultra
Toeing the line, standing there as the race director counts the clock down, tick, tock. Just like in previous races I have to remind myself not to launch, after all this is an ultra trail race, not a 10k or half marathon. So when he yelled go I went off nice and casually with everybody …
Inspiration From An Ancient Source
An hour of driving has led me to the Bandelier National Monument and to the heart of the ancient Yapashi Indian culture. The park visitor center was a visual confliction of images past and present, teaming with huge RV's and milling tourists overshadowed by the cave dwellings lining the base of the cliffs bordering both side of the little …
Racing By Myself With Friends
You're not acclimated, don't launch, don't launch! These words resonated in my brain as I'm standing at the start of the Cedro Peak Half Marathon located in the mountains just east of Albuquerque, New Mexico and about to start a trail race at a little over 7,000 feet elevation. Having literally no experience running at …
Roads
In a nutshell roads suck. Running on the road is boring, and punishing. The road beats us into submission with every foot fall. The road causes aches and pains the trail would never do, the trail mothers you as the road makes you its bitch. The trail welcomes you to trod on its twisting, climbing, …
The Sickness of Sickness
It's been a week now since I got sick. A virus has been going around the area and I succumbed to its viral tentacles. It hit me hard sending me to bed for 15 hours of sleeping at night and barely having the strength to go downstairs the rest of the time. For six days I've …
