|top of the first climb, above Layton, Utah|
|thunderstorms over the Wasatch from Alexander ridge|
|Ashley has a 3mph internal clock that got me to the finish with time to spare|
I took it as a sign. My name was drawn to run this race, because as several people had put it, "This is the year. I can feel it." There was a reason that my name was drawn to run this race, and I was going to give it everything I had. First things first, hire a coach. My on-line coach, Ian, is also an acquaintance of mine from running events in years past and a friend of a friend, and I knew that I would be able to communicate well with him for the 3 months leading up to the race. I had already been running for a couple of months after transitioning from ski touring, and I felt like I had a strong foundation.
|Mrs Speedgoat, Cheryl, my night pacer|
I ran consistently well all summer, until about 3 weeks before the race when I developed bilateral lower leg pain after running King's Peak in a Day with my friend Sue. No matter what I did (acupuncture, massage, taping, resting, stretching, foam roller... you name it) it never really went away 100% and I was so afraid that my hopes for finishing Wasatch would again be dashed by an injury.
|into the darkness that would soon be 2nd morning|
|deliriously happy at Point Supreme|
|raising the roof at the Homestead finish line|
The monkey is gone.