As my trail running and racing season comes to an end, I can’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the past 12 months of my life.
It was one of those years that leaves you hot, tongue tied, and dizzy.
It was challenging and memorable.
It was great and it was fucking awful.
It took everything I had not to fall apart, and then when Jazz died, I did anyway.
But running helped. It always helped.
And just like any healthy relationship, it’s time to take a step back and rest.
But since I also have what I like to call “Massive Shiny Object Syndrome” (trademark that) that also means it’s time to challenge myself with new objectives, off trail.
I’m excited for this new, albeit short, break from running.
But as the saying goes: the mountains are calling ... and I must go.
IT’S MOUNTAINEERING SEASON, YA’LL!
I can’t wait to get cold and weird in the alpine ❄️ 🏔