Tuesday, May 13, 2014

A competitor will find a way to win

To finish catching everyone up with all the fun stuff that's been going on lately. Here are some more pictures of some good times I had out in Ft. Collins. I put in a black and white of Twin Owls rock in RMNP. A couple of my boy and me checking out the trail scene out at the Horsetooth Reservoir and a couple of that monster pizza we enjoyed in old town Ft. Collins. I wasn't joking about how big that damn pizza was. Crap its have the size of my son.

I'll be heading out to Wisconsin next week for the Kettle Moraine 100 miler. For those of you that don't know this is my first attempt at that distance in 7 years. Needless to say I am a bit nervous about the whole deal. The last time I tried the distance it was the Heartland 100 miler. In which I jumped in the race with both feet and found out just how hard and how much I had to learn about the sport of ultra running. Though by my own stupidity I attempted this feat of endurance on only two weeks of rest from the very first Ultra I'd ever done. I definitely had the balls for this sport but my brain was severely underdeveloped.

I finally decided to call it quits with my first dance at the hundred mile distance at mile 83. When my body was just not able to take another step. It was a miracle that I even made it that far. Aside from only having two weeks of rest on my body from the first race. I ran the entire 83 miles on nothing but Little Debbie Fudge Rounds and Fruit Punch Gatorade as my only source of calories for 18hrs of running. Relieved to have dropped out at the 83 mile mark and after my crew helped me to the car. My body started shaking uncontrollably. Probably from dehydration and hypothermia. Either way it was enough for me to realize that I'd had bitten off more than I could chew. The whole next week my body was so wrecked from the ordeal that I had to take a week off from work. The only time I moved from the couch was when I had to crawl to the bathroom because my legs still didn't work.

Having shared that with you all. You now know the reason why I haven't tried this distance sooner. I guess I should have used something better to describe how I feel about next weekend. I should say I'm freaking terrified. Which I am. This time around though. I feel my chances of finishing and actually hitting my goal time are very good. I'm seven years wiser, stronger and mentally tougher. This time I know what I'm getting myself into and I know what awaits me after the sun goes down.
I'm not looking for motivation or words of encouragement from anyone. I'm more than motivated enough. I just wanted to get it off my chest. Like some kind of pre event primal scream. I don't like to keep it inside. If I'm worried about something I'll let you know.

If I'm not I'll let you know that also. No, this time around I feel pretty confident I'm going to get some redemption out there on the trail next weekend. Even if it is only a personal redemption. I may finish in the top ten or I just may finish dead last but I will finish. At least when I do finish I can take away the fact that, finally I can call myself a real ultra runner. I've always felt bad about myself when people ask me what hundreds I've completed and I had to tell them none. Then to sit there and look at them with that confused look on their face.

That's about all for now. I'm done running until the race. I want to make damn sure I show up to the race with my legs in the best shape they can be in. Nothing I do now is going to help me and I'm not going to lose anything by doing nothing. The hays in the barn so to say. I just have to stay limber and focused. Come Saturday shit will take care of itself. Until then I hope everyone stays healthy and safe. May the trails be kind to all and all be kind to the trails.

Freestate Ultras

Well I guess its time for me to put up a race report from the races this last weekend out at beautiful Lake Clinton near Lawrence Kansas. To start out. I don't think anyone could ask for a better day to have an ultra marathon. Sunny skies. Warm winds and plenty of friends. A picture perfect day for a picture perfect race. Bad Ben and his gaggle of Trail Nerds once again outdid themselves putting on a top notch event. Of all the races I've done I would say this race cracked the top three all time for me.

On the drive over from Topeka that morning my good friend Willie Lambert asked how I was feeling. I told him I felt pretty good and that the leg didn't hurt too much. As it was starting to show signs that I'd turned the corner on the whole injury ordeal I've been dealing with over the last two months. I didn't make any promises. I try not to do that anymore. I told him what my game plan was and that I was just going to go as hard as I could without the wheels falling off. If that was enough to get it done then so be it. If it wasn't then there' always another day. Deep down though I knew I didn't have the long runs under my belt to be a factor late. Hell the longest run I had done in the last five weeks before the race was a 20 plus miler the week after 3 Days. Aside from that I maybe had two to three 12 mile tempo runs. Knowing that I gave my self several goals to try and achieve for the day. I told myself that I'd be happy with a top 5 finish, sub 6:30 and not re injure the leg. If I could accomplish that then the day would be a success and a positive step in the direction of becoming a runner I could live with.

Willie and I arrived at the start/finish area and checked in. Then we headed back over to the van to get our drop bags together. While doing this I noticed parked across from us Mike Adams who I had never formally met so I strolled over and introduced myself. We'd talked for awhile. About the race and other stuff. I guess you could say I was fishing around for some inside info as to what type of condition he was in. Though I knew without asking that he looked to be in great shape. Besides being a phenomenal ultra runner he's one hell of a nice guy. I don't think he has a negative bone in his body. It was going to be fun running with him out there. After about ten minutes we headed over to the start. I caught up with other friends and teammates. Congratulating them on there recent race results.

Talking with friends there was almost a festive feel to the air. Everyone was laughing and joking. Just having a good time. Ignoring the fact that they were about to put themselves through 62 or 40 miles of punishment. I was so relaxed that before I was done catching up with everyone Bad Ben had already given the signal to start. I quickly hit the start button on my watch and made my way towards the front of the pack on the outside. Tucking myself into third position just before we hit the trail head.

Once on the trail I got myself comfortable with the pace being set up front by Mike. I wasn't sure who the guy was between Mike and I but after some short introductions learned it was Greg Bueler from Olathe, Ks. A super fast and also super nice Trail Nerd. So there it was. My work was definitely cut out for me. Running along and chatting it up with the boys it wasn't even a mile or so in and Mike took a wrong turn down a side trail. Not from lack of focus on his part but due to the fact that someone had switched around one of the trail markers. Luckily for us Kyle Amos, who was in good company himself with the likes of Dan Dehlin from Michigan and Tony Semperfast Clark from Wichita yelled out that we were headed the wrong way. We quickly made a course correction and after a short little rocky climb got back to the front of the train.

Rolling along now at a pretty good clip we came up on the three mile mark of the run and I glanced at my watch. It read 17:13??? I thought no way in hell are we running that fast and if we were we needed to slow it down. I'm assuming that we were around the 2.5 mile mark as I didn't think we were going much faster than 20 minute pace for the three mile. Felling good though I decided I would keep it going to the first manned aide station. I yelled back to Mike and Greg that we should probably hit the first manned in around 45 minutes. Still cranking along we came to the Red Trail section of the course which runs you along the rocky shore of Lake Clinton. This is where I had the most fun all day long. Both times I passed through. The lake was so calm and placid that it made me wish that the entire course was this way. At that moment I heard a rock splash into the water from behind me on the trail. I think Mike was just having some fun of his own or maybe he was just wanting to let me know he was still back there. Either way I snapped out of the zone I was in and proceeded to keep the p

Heartland update!

Well not much is going on in my running world. Since my Flatrock debacle I've kept myself busy with work. Although it Isn't entirely by choice. The shift I'm on at work is really under staffed and as a result. I'm pretty much screwed into working everyone of my days off. So as of today I've worked 12 midnight shifts in a row with 12 more yet to come.
In spite of my job trying to take away any outside life I might otherwise be enjoying right now. I did manage to drive down to the Heartland 100 miler this morning after work and work the Battle Creek aide station at miles 8 and 91. My plan was to sleep for a little before I had to go into work again tonight at eleven P.M. but I was so caught up with everything going on. I couldn't make myself relax enough to take a nap.
As far as the race was going. The 50 miler was a runaway. Some guy from New York came down and just smoked the course record. Although I feel the record was a little soft to begin with he managed to run a very respectable sub 7:00 hour time. Or at least I think he did. He came back through our aide station in around 5:46 on the clock and looked strong running up the hill leaving out with 8.2 to go to the finish. I'm sure he was able to get it done. I'll find out for sure tomorrow.
I say it was a runaway because shortly after he came through I left out for a little run of my own over to the Lapland aide station 8.8 miles away. I ran for a very long time until I spotted the second place 50miler around 4.5 miles away from our aide station. Just before the Lapland aide station I ran into my good friend and mentor Bob Martson who was running the 50miler. I told him I was going to run a little further then turn back and catch up with him. After running back to catch up with him at a pretty good clip. It really hit me how green and stupid I was the first year I tried to run the 100 here only two weeks after my first ultra. The hills here are really tough and even with the wind at my back I was only able to maintain even splits for the return trip. I started to think about the title of Wynn Davis' blog at this point. "You Gotta be Stupid if Your Gonna to be Tough." How stupid was I back in 2001?
After making it back into Battle Creek I wrestled the wind trying to put up a couple of tents for the runners and crew if they needed them later. Halfway through getting my ass whooped by the second tent in the wind. Paul Schoenlaub came through to see if we were doing all right on water. He gave us the early report that Paul Dewitt was leading Mark Henderson in the 100 miler by 7 minutes at the Matfield Green aide station but that there was some guy between Paul and Mark who was only three minutes behind Paul. I'm not sure who this guy was. His name didn't sound familiar to me.
A couple hours later I had to pack up and head back into work. Which is where I'm at right now. Writing away trying to stay awake. I'm sorry I don't have any early pictures from the race. It seems like every time we go to one of these things the camera comes with but never makes it out of the car. I'll have to ask Olga what here secret is as she seems to always get a lot of great pictures. Talk to you all real soon. Hopefully I'll have a more complete report in a few days. Plus the Rock Creek 50km is only two short weeks away and I'm sure I'll have some thoughts on that before then.

Great Day for a 50km

Well it was a great day for a 50km. I want to first start by thanking everyone that stood by me over the past summer. So many people had a hand in the process. Determined to not see me throw in the towel. Each of you knows who you are. Thanks for not giving up on me. That being said lets get into the good stuff.

Race morning came just like it always does, too fast. This race wasn't any different from any other. A little slow to wake up because I knew at some point during the day I wouldn't be as comfortable as I was at that moment. After eating a bowl of cereal and taking a quick hot shower to get the 'ol body loosened up. Jessica and I headed over to the race at O'dark thirty so that she could set up her aide station at the start finish area. When we got there I was still pretty sleepy so I decided to just lay down in the front seat of my car under a nice warm blanket. After about a half hour or so I started to hear the voices and sounds of a bustling pre race atmosphere outside my car. That combined with the beams from curious headlamps peering through my car window I decided to get up.

Emerging from the car I walked over to find my wife diligently setting up her aide station. There was a nice chill to the air, not too cold but just enough bite to it to wake you up. I commented to Jessica that it felt like it did at 3 Days of Syllamo. Around this time the sun started to climb up the backside of the horizon to greet the day and the trails of Lake Perry. Finally making it possible to put faces with the familiar voices we'd been hearing all morning.
I quickly found my buddy Dave Halferty. A 2:22 marathoner who happened to be running his first ultra marathon. He and I hung out for awhile, which was a good thing. This guy makes me laugh. The last race we did together I was having such a good time that I hardly got nervous before the start. We talked for awhile about the course and what to expect from the other runners and in no time we had struck up a deal to work with each other on the first loop and then I 'd try to hang with him as long as I could on the second. Ultimately trying to drop under a 4:30 on this course. Which I thought was a pretty reasonable goal as it was a first time event and we didn't want to be too optimistic about what to expect.

With a few last minute instructions from the R.D. Willie Lambert. We were sent down the road to the starting line. At the starting line it read like a who's who of Midwest Ultra running. There were at least 10 runners that I could count male and female alike that had won an ultra at some time in there career. With at least a half dozen other runners there who I suspect will win a race of their own in the near future. I was in good company. So good that my buddy Caleb Chatfield felt comfortable enough to give me some shit about my wardrobe selection for the day. It was pretty funny and everyone was justified in giving me crap for it.

About three days prior to the race I started having some concerns about chaffing. Not wanting to deal with that whole mess of stress. I rummaged through my dresser to find a solution. Eureka! I thought when I fumbled across an old pair of swiming trunks that I purchased at Walmart earlier this year for like six dollars. Thinking that summers officially over and they were a cheap pair of trunks anyway. The decision was made to cut the crotch out of them and fashion them into sort of a kilt. Caleb said I looked like I needed some new shorts as I wore the ass out of them. I told everyone I had explosive diarrhea and that everything was O.K. now.

With the race underway we ran down a short section of road and then made a sharp right dumping onto the trail. It wasn't my intention to hit the trail first but everyone was having a good time enjoying the morning that the pace stayed pretty conservative from the go. D-Half was right behind me and we nonchalantly went to work. Coming off the first section of trail which I knew was exactly a mile long. I glanced at my watch to check the pace. 8:16 for the first mile. Definitely not the pace I'd expected but I wasn't complaining. I told Halferty that if nobody was going to push it early then we shouldn't either. A wise decision too. Knowing in the back of my mind that these hills would get a little bigger the second time around.

We pushed an easy pace into the first aide station around four and a half miles in just under 33 minutes. I topped off my bottle and Dave switched the lead with me just as planned. Still nobody came up to run with us at the front. Dave and I cruised into the eight and a half mile aide station feeling really good. Between this stop and the stop at 10.5 is a really runnable section of trail. So after taking it easy through the first quarter of the race we decided to open it up just a little. Covering the two mile section squeaking under 16 minutes comfortably.

At 10.5 I topped off my bottle with Heed and Halferty asked what our lead was. Another friend Kyle Brown who was working the aide station said we had six minutes over Caleb and Kyle. That's good I thought thanking God that Caleb wasn't running the 50km today. I knew though that Caleb would be working with Kyle to keep him close on the first loop. No taking anything for granted we kept running trying to build on that six minutes.

Dave and I must have got into a pretty good zone and we kept swapping the lead back and forth between the aide stations. With about one and a half mile to go to the 25km mark and the start of the second loop. We figured we were going to come in around 2:05. Sure as shit within a matter of a few seconds we hit that mark.

At the 25km mark my wife asked Dave and I if there was anything that we needed. Of course I gave my typical answer of a fresh pair of legs. I drank a half a can of Kearns apricot nectar. For no other reason than it tastes so damn good when I'm really thirsty. Dave took the lead again and this is where I had to make a gut check. We'd had been making good time and had 2:25 to play with to hit that 4:30 mark. Dave decided to keep up with the 2:05 pace. Even though I knew better and it would be suicide but I decided to hang with him as long as I could.

Just making it back to the first aide station again was hard. Dave was pushing the pace on the hills and cruising the downs. Exactly the opposite to the way I run. Trying to stay with him on the hills was putting my system in stress. The hills were killing me and I was letting him know it. We came into the aide station at 20 miles and I was on the brink of blowing up. I slammed two cups of Heed and took a Tylenol. As I grabbed my bottle from M.K. one of the many volunteers that helped that day she asked if I was wearing a skirt? I said HELL YES! I noticed Dave waiting for me down the trail chuckling a little as I knew he heard her comment. I thought to myself. I'm glad I can still entertain people in spite of my misery.

We ran out of the aide station and came to the first hill. Dave looked back and said O.K. I'm going to walk to the top of this one. Hearing that was like music to my ears. Just before that particular hill my legs were starting to get that ol' cramping feeling. I knew there was no way we'd be able to hold that 4:10 50km pace. I'm not saying that it can't be done. I just know that it couldn't be done by me on this day.

Dave and I made it to the top of that hill and we decided to take it a lot easier at this point. After pushing hard through the first 21 miles I felt that if we just kept moving forward we should have enough in the bank to hold off any late surges from runners who had run a smarter race then us. As with every race though just as I started to think things are going to work out in my favour things start to blow up in my face.

Payback now. my body started to revolt from the eager pace we'd been setting. I noticed that Dave was feeling it too as he seemed to be rolling his ankles more often on all the rocks. A sure fire sign of tired legs. Soon after I noticed Dave having trouble with the rocks he rolled his ankle really bad. I'm not sure if it was his ankle or the sound of his shoe hitting the ground but I heard a pop and then he started to do the limp, walk, run routine trying to work it out.

I asked if he was O.K. and he said yes but his pace was telling me a different story. I told him that if he could we needed to keep moving. I said if we slowed down anymore than this they would be on us like a pack of wolves. I told Dave I was going to go around him. I felt bad because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have been where I was in the race. I just kept running, holding back a little hoping he would run it off and catch back up but he never did. Dave's a tough guy so I knew he'd be alright. I also knew he wouldn't want me to sacrifice my race for him. So I didn't give it another thought.

Now I found myself in a position that I hadn't been in over eight months. Alone and out front. Automatically my mindset shifted from a calm and relaxed to worried and defensive. Every damn squirrel sounded like someone coming down the trail after me. Through 24miles and back into 26 miles I was told I had a five minute lead on Halferty with five miles to go. I wasn't worried about Dave anymore at this point I was worried about who was running strong behind him.

O.K. five more miles of cramping and then I could relax. The one good thing I can say about the last five miles was that I was dang glad I do all my training out here. Every time a cramp would start to come on I knew exactly how far I had to go until the finish. I tried to imagine how it would feel the last five miles if I had never run out here before. I think all the endless switchbacks would've driven me completely mad. Suddenly as if out of nowhere the last little rocky climb appeared before me.

About half a mile to go now. There was a gentleman at the top of the hill who said congratulations Dave. Good Job! I'm not sure who it was so forgive me if my response was a little delirious. I told him thank you and that I was happy it was almost over. I crested the top of the hill and was able to hear music from the live band we had at the finish. I could barely make out the lyrics. It sounded like Cheeseburger in Paradise or at least that's what I thought it was. It could be that I was really hungry and a cheeseburger sounded really good at that moment.

Crossing the finish line in 4:41:50. I gave thanks to the big guy in the sky and looked out across the biggest bunch of smiling faces that I could ever remember. Everyone there was truly happy for me. Each and everyone of them knew what I had been through this summer. Willie Lambert gave me a huge bear hug then my wife and Caleb came over to me doing the same. My wife had tears in her eyes. She knew how much I wanted this. She told me she started getting teary eyed when she heard I was in the lead by five with five to go. She said Caleb came over and consoled her at that time. The sign of a great friend and competitor. I have all the respect in the world for this guy and look forward to having him hand me my ass at races next season. Get healthy brother I'm going to hold you to that.

After the congratulations were out of the way. Karen Lambert, Willies wife came over with a glass of chocolate milk. The perfect way to end the perfect day. I think the chocolate milk might be something that catches on too. Except we should make it like the Indianapolis 500 and turn that glass into a quart for the winner.

I'm glad things went as well as they did for me. I honestly didn't expect to have that kind of day. What I was more happy about is that everybody had a great time. Enjoying the band, the food and copious amounts of Red Bull at the finish line. I think I even caught my wife two stepping to a Willie Nelson song with overall women's champion Deanna Stoppler from Columbia, Mo. Speaking of Deanna she won the women's race handily in a smoking time of around 4:56:?? I'm glad I didn't roll my ankle or I might have been writing an entirely different report.

I want to thank all my good friends for coming out and making the race a success. It wouldn't have been possible without you. I also want to thank Deanna Stoppler and Carey Smith for the race pictures as once again Jessica and I got to the race and left the damn camera at home. Olga is going to kill me for that. Lastly I want to thank all the great sponsors of the series. Montrail, Suunto watches and heart rate monitors, Red Bull, Coors Beer, Burt Reynolds, Kermit the Frog and all the other unsung hero's that worked hard behind the scenes to make this series happen. Lets not forget the Great Plains Running Company and the Lambert's for their dedication and commitment to the sport of trail running.

A Good Week...

Well for those of you out there who actually read this blog, I apologize for the lack of inactivity as of late. Those that don't know me should know this. When I have nothing to say I'm either not interested in anything or I'm in my lab with a pen and a pad, like Eminim would say. Planning my next season or race or adventure. Lately its been a bit of all that.

Concerning my running though I am starting to put it all together again, slowly. As far as this past summer is concerned. Its in the past. I've analyzed and Psychoanalyzed. Guessed and Second guessed to the point that it is now a dead issue for me. Its time to move on with the hope that I learned from the mistakes that I've made. Theres a quote I heard and I'm not sure if I'm saying it right but it goes something like this. "A champion learns nothing from winning a race. All that a champion has learned about winning he has learned from defeat." A very inspiring quote however it was meant to be read. I guess what it comes down to is how you take it.

I've learned so much this summer from so many different people and expieriences that I don't know where to begin the thanks. I've learned that in this tight knit running community that I belong there are shoulders to lean on when your exhausted and feel like you can't do it anymore. Thank you Olga. There are those out there who believe in your ability even in times when you yourself do not. Thank you Kansas City Trail Nerds. There are those who at crucial times make you realize that, its not always about you and that maybe you need to open your eyes and curb your childish ego back. A LOT. Thank you Good Ben. There are those who are your closest friends those who you share a common bond with. Either as the result of competition or a single moment in history where it was decided that this is what we were born to do. The kind of friends that do not criticize nor judge you. They accept you for you because they know it could just as easily be them going through a rough spot. Thank you Paul, Bob, Jeff ,Caleb and Willie.

Man; your all probably thinking Holy Crap! There he goes again getting all deep and shit. Not this time. I promise. I just wanted to thank everyone who has been there this past summer for me. Directly or indirectly.
All I can say is this. Finally I'm getting it figured out and things are starting to get better in life and in running. This past Saturday I ran the Rock Creek 25km. Ended up accomplishing all the goals I had set for myself. I ran a 1:57:10 on a tough course and found a way back onto the podium placing 3rd overall. Its not first but it'll do. It was also one of the best days I've ever had at a race from begining to end. Pre and Post race. I just had a great time.

Continuing Trend of Wellness.

Things are still continuing to go well this week. Although the runs have been harder to get in due to family obligations and household projects. Last week I managed to get in around 70 quality miles. Consisting mostly of speed work and tempo stuff. Last Saturday Jessica, Tristan and myself all made the trek down to Phil Sheridans Horse Thief Canyon 6.5 miler. I had never been to that course before and I really wanted to check out those infamous water crossings first hand. This seemed like the perfect chance to do that since I don't think I would like them too much in early spring with 5 inches of snow on the ground.
I was not running the race Saturday. I was there as a sort of support for my wife as she continues to embrace this whole trail running thing we all love. Though I wasn't entered in the race I asked Stacey Sheridan If it would be all right that I run with my wife? Stacey didn't mind and at a little after nine in the morning the field was off and down the road.
It was really a beautiful course and I was amazed at how much it didn't look like Kansas around there. Some parts of the course even reminded me of New Mexico with all the sandstone formations. What I was more impressed with though is how Jessica tackled all the obsticles including the chest high water crossing. It was a lot of fun just watching her have fun. After the race we hung around and talked to Phil and Stacey. That was something I hadn't had the chance to do for awhile. Also it gave me an excuse to sit around and eat Staceys famous cookies. After an hour or so we packed it all in and headed east.
Sunday was another early day for me as I decided the day before to go for a point to point long run from my house to Osage City 30 miles to the south. I knew it would be crappy with all the ass-phalt but it had to be done. I was originally planning to do my long run on Friday morning but we had some big storms roll through on Thursday evening. Which really did a number on the trails. So instead of playing in the mud for five hours. I decided it would be better? To run roads??? For five hours.
Luckily I was feeling pretty good Sunday morning and even with a 15lb. pack on my back with all the supplies I would need. I still managed to get down to Osage City in 4:26 and change. Possibly a little too fast for a long training run carrying that weight combined with the pounding of the hard surface but I actually felt really good. Things seem to be taking a turn in the right direction for me as far as training goes. I continue to feel stronger with each run and am becoming more confident in my ability to compete again.
After this haywire summer I've had I learned a lot about my limits. The most important thing that I learned is that I'm not 25 anymore and that I can't train like I am. With all the outside stress I have in my life I found that it actually hurt me more to train 90 miles a week than it did help me. I put a lot of pressure on myself to get those miles in and that broke me down mentally. Even though I was in great shape physically. Mentally I was a freakin basket case. With a family, a mortgage, a job and long commute to that job it was just logistically impossible for me to log those kind of miles and still be me.
Since realizing that I've trimmed all the fat from my running diet. Cutting out all the useless filler miles leaving just the quality meat. I've also put a cap on my weekly mileage. No more than 70 per week. It seems to be working and the body is responding well to the added rest. I hope that everyones running is going well and that the trails are treating you well.

Trying to Find the Time.

Its funny how when things are going good you can just about find anything to talk about as goes the same for when things are bad. But when life finds you in a holding pattern nothing seems interesting. Days seem to pass by in the blink of an eye. You get so locked in to the day to day routine that one week feels like one day and one day like one week.

I still find myself running and training though for what I don't know. I'm out of vacation and none of the races I want to do or return to fall on any of the days I have off. So for now I feel like a man without a country. I'm trying to stay upbeat about it. I know its only temporary. I'll be back and I'll be well rested. For everyone else out there that is still racing or have big races planned this fall. Good Luck! I know a lot of you have been training hard towards your goals and will no doubt acheive them when the time comes.

This week I have several friends heading up to Leadville I want to wish them all good vibes. To my wife, crew well. To Willie L, Paul S, Bob M, Jeff C, Greg B, Jack C, Kevin G, Phil S, Theresa W, and anyone else I forgot to mention from Kansas, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Missouri. Just run your races and enjoy the scenery. I hope you all stay safe and bring back great stories.