Reason #9: Memories
There's a trail in Glenwood Springs, CO that I used to run on. The trailhead started in our backyard, and each day as I started running (post 1 year of injury) I'd go just a little further. Views, trees, mud, forests... everything. Then I started going further. About 7 miles in the trail turns to a perfect soft dirt single track that winds through a grassy forest, right on a cliffside out towards No-Name Canyon, easily the most gorgeous canyon in the area. Through the tall pines winding around you could just catch glimpses of the craggy remote canyon through the trees.
Whenever I need to force relaxation I go there, mentally. For years it was the only place of that kind of peace and tranquility.
Now I have many more memories of trails, trash-talking with friends (we all know I do plenty of that), playing music, being a fool or enjoying solitude for hours in the mountains.
So, on this 18,500 vertical gain, or when the pain of 100 is hard to bear, I'll go there--to my memories.
|first time I planned a run (boys club + girls club) that didn't turn out awful|
|One of my all time favorite runs- Table Rock Mtn, Idaho|
|I miss this girl. She loved to run as much as I did.|
|White Rim 2012|
|a race director's life is hard... got to get the right course plotted out...|
|my new favorite short run|
|my favorite trail at my favorite place|
|my very first ultra last fall|
|12 days after my first ultra- my 2nd! Pony Express 50 mile|
|still trying to miss Idaho, but I think by this point I was over it...|
|I lost my knee strap right after this pic. Anyone seen it this spring?|
|the climb before the downhill I'd been waiting all weekend for-- and learning some more ultra wisdom from a friend|