Antelope Canyon. My first 50-mile ultramarathon. Wow. Where do I begin.. This race experience was, without a doubt, one of the most incredible race experiences I will probably ever have. I’m sure many people say that about their first 50-miler or 100-miler, but this race was meaningful in ways that were very specific to the time and people who were involved in the months leading up the race and at the race itself, including a finish line experience that was truly once-in-a-lifetime.
It occurred to me recently that my crazy excitement and itch to do every race and climb every mountain maybe ought to be moderated just a bit. For no other reason than trying not to lose the newness too quickly. Let me explain why.
It happened like the best tornado that ever existed at a time when I desperately needed a change in life’s weather patterns. I was trotting along a trail in life I had never seen before, very much alone for very many miles with no change to that in sight, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by the most unique, talented, accepting, rowdy (not to mention really ridiculously good-looking), adventurous, supportive, and loving crowd I’ve ever been a part of.