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Zion Traverse

If trailrunners were birds... Nope.
My gangster name is J-Lyn... Nope.
Alright, I have nothing cool to say. BUT I did run the Zion Traverse. While that fails to enrich my coolness, it was pretty fun. Point illustrated below:

We started at Lee Pass (west) and went to East Pass (east) (I added those directions just in case you're a complete idiot. If you are, at least you can read. +10 points for you.) I would suggest that the biggest issues of vert, lack of water, and wet feet would all be solved doing the route the opposite direction. Due to some logistical issues, we did the route in the less appealing manner. 

At first our group was going for the SKT, (slowest known time), because we were all "Asian tourists" (which is ironic, because THE Asian Tourist, aka "Cocoa Ku," took this photo.)

Alas, we bailed on the SKT. Too much time on feet, really. I was the first to bail on this idea, I started a habit of darting ahead of the group for a couple of miles and then laying down in the grass and eating snacks. Soaking up sun and eating snacks it good incentive to move fast. (I often stopped at trailheads or trail splits, although I somehow managed to switch onto the wrong trail 4 times, but usually for no more than a tenth of a mile. My pacers job for Bryce really is going to be to keep me from getting lost.)
this makes doing modified-knee-push-ups nearly impossible, FYI
I apparently spent 3 hours sitting around. I am now joining the ranks of people who are scared of aid stations at my first 100-- I swear I only sat around for an hour!

Well, I can bore you with the details (we ran, the wind blew, we ran, a hiker yelled at me and I ate sandstone, we ran, we sat down, we talked about why we would eat Ku one of these days, we ran out of water, a sage grouse tried to kill us, we ran, we talked about fame and celebrities and if we had to make a decision at mile 98 to have a celebrity or money or finish the last two miles....) Anyways, here's a few photos:

the eleventeenth stream crossing

I'm normal height.

My lovely husband has worn off and me and taught me the value in making highlight videos. So I spent a fair amount of time trying to capture some of the moments. I used an app, which I have recently discovered allows me to edit the footage while still filming. Oops. No editing was performed in these videos: you get to see all of it, even when we yell at the camera man to turn it off. 

Bummed I didn't get a video of the evil sage grouse. True story: wild birds are attracted to the neon gaitors of "Coach," and one chased us for nearly a half mile. Finding infinite humor in this, I begged Coach to stop running so we could see what the charging bird would do. Then it charged me, and I took off running. Finally someone (not to be named or framed for wild animal abuse) threw a full-on log, not a stick, at the darn bird and it left us alone.

PS check out the thin, cute tank I'm in, by Terramar.

To finish, I want to share a quote from Tony (aka Running Jesus) that I feel summarizes beautifully the nature of any adventure run: 
"All in all, it was a glorious trip, full of adventures, miles, big hills, fellowship, and new experiences. Ultimately, though, there were several moments—whether it was while traversing a truly grand canyon, escaping with just a warning, or surviving a snow-bound mountain pass—where we were able to feel like real-life heroes. Challenges were met, we recognized our agency, stepped up, and our lives were richer as a result. That’s the difference between living and drifting. And something about getting away from home for even a short while really helps bring that into focus."

Trail running isn't a lifestyle, an attribute, or a sport. It's an opportunity for us misfits: the obsessed, the extreme, the unconfident, the egotistical, the average person- to unite in passion and an untamed need to explore, to respond to the mountains, and to have a safe place to be ourselves and share an appreciation of truly living.


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