Monday, August 31, 2009

TransRockies 2009- Trip/Race Report

I don't even know where to start! This experience was so much more than I ever thought it would be. I came into it with little expectations because I had been injured for pretty much 2 months leading into this event. I had probably run a total of 12 days in 8 weeks. Pete and I had actually decided to cancel going to Transrockies (TR) but I just couldn't live with that decision and we came anyways. We had packed climbing gear in case something happened to my foot and we weren't able to continue. This way, we could still enjoy all the wonderful things Colorado (and all the other states along the way: Oregon, Utah) have to offer. As I have said before, we did not taper for this event. I started running again on the 11th of August and pretty much ran everyday leading up to TR. I once heard this saying "In order to taper, you need to have something to taper from". I knew that this 113 mile week we had coming up was going to be a great week of training and was hoping for it to boost my fitness. Pete and I had no plans on racing it, we just wanted to go have fun. But, having fun (for us) also means having a little bit of a competitive edge, so we made sure to throw some of that in there.

(Photo from Day 1)

The drive down was smooth. We left on Wednesday afternoon and camped out that night at snoqualmie pass. We went for a beautiful (and damn hilly) hour and a half run that morning and spent the rest of the day driving. We got as far as Salt Lake City, stayed the night at our favorite Motel 6, and arrived in Leadville late Friday afternoon. We had met a couple last year while attending a wedding and were going to be staying with them for 4 out of the 6 nights. That night we made them dinner and had a nice relaxing evening. The next morning, Sheryl and her husband Justin, made banana bread french toast. Thirteen days later and my mouth is still salivating. The Leadville 100 was happening that day and we spent the morning out on course watching at various aid stations. It's one damn hard 100 mile race. It's hilly as hell as well as at altitude. The day was hot, damn hot, and I felt bad for those running in that kind of heat. Pete and I went for a run that afternoon and I started feeling sorry for the 100 milers out there racing because the heat was incredible. We headed to Buena Vista to get our race package and a whole lot of shwag. And by a whole lot, I mean, so much I didn't even need to pack any gear for the week. We got 2 Nathan hand held water bottles, a Timex watch, a Gortex Windstopper jacket, Solomon socks, a TR running shirt, GU gels, bars, Saltstick tablets and I am sure there is more that I am forgetting...oh ya...a TR hat! We diddled around for the rest of the day in Leadville and then returned that night for the pre-race dinner/presentation. It was great to see all my friends from the North Shore and other friends I have made through ultra running. That night Pete and I went back to Leadville for a wonderful sleep.

Day 1 (20.4 miles)Buena Vista:

We woke up and drove to the start in Buena Vista. I think we got there with 20 minutes to spare and were frantically looking for safety pins for our numbers and the bag drop off area. I was so damn excited to be here and to be running today. I was just hoping my foot would hold up. Peter wasn't feeling very well and had seemed to catch his nephews cold while we were in Shuswap. We started the day off slow. It was hard to go fast because of the altitude. Being that it was day 1, we just wanted to go nice and easy, which for me, is sometimes hard to do. I was definitely pushing the pace a little bit to much and had to hold back on a few occasions. Peter was clearly not feeling well and as the run went on, it just got worse and worse. The scenery was beautiful and as the run went on I wasn't to concerned with the pace or the outcome. We pretty much walked the entire trail b/w checkpoint 1 and 2. He couldn't take in any fuel and was coughing, yakking, and on the verge of puking. I edged him to drop out at checkpoint 3 and get a ride back to the start. In my mind, I didn't see the point of pushing through his sickness just to finish the last 11 km's in pain. I thought being out in the sun, sick as a dog, would only make him worse for tomorrow. The sooner he could get out of the sun and rest, the better he would be for the rest of the week. Although he did pull out, which ultimately was his decision, he regretted stopping that day. He told me to go on and I finished the last 11km solo. I passed everyone who had passed us while we walked into checkpoint 3. The last few miles of this run was on road and seemed to go on for ever. All the teams around me were walking and running. However, I told myself I'd run the entire thing, and that is what I did. I met Peter at the finish and we waited for some friends to come in. We soaked in the river and headed back to tent city for the rest of the day.

(Bitsy and Megan Delany arriving at the finish on Day 1)

Day 2 (10 Miles) Vicksberg to Twin Lakes via Hope Pass:

Today was a lovely short day. One big climb followed by one big kick ass descent. This descent proved to be the gnarliest and most technical descent of the entire trip. Pete and I started off slow and steady. We were to go up and over Hope Pass, which reaches over 12,000 ft of elevation. We pretty much walked the entire thing. We were moving well and passing people as we ascended. We came up to a pack of people and the 2 girls at the back were singing. Peter caught onto what song it was pretty quick and to their surprise, joined in. I didn't really know any of the words so I just echoed the last word of each sentence for comedic effect. We would run into these girls for the rest of the week and everyday they sang us the 'song of the day'. In hind sight, I probably could have ran a lot more of that hill but like I said, we were out there to have fun and take it easy. I was definitely not in power hiking shape and I would have been better off running it. As it proved out over the week, I can actually keep my HR down by running versus hiking. Something to do with efficiency and breathing while I run rather than walk. Anywho, once we got to the top we just started passing team after team. I think we ended the day in 4th in our category, missing the podium by a few minutes. We deiced to go find a creek to soak in. There were a few creek crossings along the course which were over a mile back. Instead of walking all the way back, we tried to find some a little closer. This was the dumbest idea and we ended up walking through really thick mud that sucked your feet in without spitting them back out! It did make for some good laughs.

(Pete's shoes after stepping in suction mud)

Day 3 (24 miles) Leadville to Camp Hale:

I woke up soooo sore today. My quads were just pounded and my glute medius' were just aching. My right hamstring was still very tight. I knew it was going to be a long day and the goal was to have fun and keep a steady moving pace. It was a longer mountain stage and I thought we might do pretty well this day. Peter and I did a great job, taking it easy on the hills, and working it on the downhills and flats. All the discomfort in my legs went away as I warmed up and ran. Pete and I were both having a lot of fun and although it's hard to remember now, the terrain wasn't too steep and pretty runable. We passed the singing girls who's song of the day was "girls just want to have fun". I thought they were listening to the song of the day on IPODS but no...they just made it up each day and sang it aloud! We were making good time and passing team after team. I am all about the slower start, pick it up gradually, and finish strong. All was good and I was loving the downhill we just found ourselves on...until...I went down hard. I'll admit...I'm a but of a crier. For some reason, when I fall, no matter how big, I just feel the need to cry (only for a few seconds). Then I regain my barrings and am off like a bat out of hell. I am sure the 2 boys that passed us just after I fell were wondering if something was dying up ahead, because I was making some nasty sounds. With all that said, falling seems to rejuvenate me and I am instantaneously filled with adrenaline. I got up and all I wanted to do was go catch those boys (and we did). I ended up with a pretty big scrape on my knee and a gusher on my right hand. We kept moving strong and passed a few more teams coming into the last checkpoint. There was about 5 km to go before the finish and it was all flat. I was running out of gas and Peter was keeping me going. I drafted off him along this flat windy section. There was 1 co-ed team directly in front of us. We stayed just behind them as they were holding a great pace. We finally passed them and caught 3 more teams before the finish. Once we crossed the line I was ecstatic. We survived day 3, ran really well, and I think we finished 5th. I was not the only one to have biffed it hard today, Devon Crosby Helms took a nice bail and had quite the shiner on her knee too. Pent and I had a nice soak in the muddy creek pool, got showered up and headed over to Manualita's for some fish taco's for lunch. All in all, a great day!

(Meredith and I slogging up the hill)

Day 4 (14 miles)Camp Hail to Redcliff:

To say that this trail was steep is an understatement. I later found out that day that our friend Aaron Heidt and his partner Adam Cambell (who finished off the day in 2nd) ran the entire thing up until the broken down trucks. At this point the trail got sooo steep, even the trucks couldn't make it up (they had the aid station supplies). Peter pushed me up a lot of this climb but we really did take it pretty easy. I was relieved once we got to check point one as it flattened out quite a bit. After a few smaller climbs we finally got to go downhill. We missed the meeting the night before and weren't aware of all the creek crossings on course. They were pretty fun but I would be lying if I said I flew through them as I was nervous about re-rolling my foot and flaring up my old injury. All was well as we came into checkpoint 3. Peter arrived just before me, in time to see that the spanish mixed couple were just ahead. We were in and out of this aid station and there was only 2 miles until the finish. Our eyes were on the spanish team and we picked up the pace in hopes of picking them off. We caught them 1 mile before the finish and they were working hard but we had a little more left in the tank and took 5th place.

(Peter at the top of the climb)

Day 5 (23 Miles) Redcliffe to Vail:

This day proved to be an emotional day. I woke up just not in the mood to run. Rarely does that happen but I could have done anything today other than run. Peter quickly told me to suck it up and to get in a better mood and so I did.

(Peter and I at the start. It was cold!)
I think today was the first time we actually did a warm-up run. It was really cold this morning and my legs were so stiff. We started off a little quicker this day but my legs were so tired. I had a little mini breakdown going up one of the climbs. I think I just had enough and didn't feel like working hard anymore. After a few seconds and a pep talk from Pete we were back at it and moving steadily (but not too quickly). I started to have fun once we began descending the single track and managed to pass a few teams here.

Just as the fun began it was quickly taken away and we climbed once more. There were many switchbacks and you could see participants winding their way up the trail. I was relieved once we got to the top and all that was left was 9.5 miles of downhill. Peter was under the impression that we were getting onto single track fairly quickly but that was not the case. Our legs were starting to get sore. The road wasnt to steep and you still had to work to move quickly. We were chasing down co-ed team Herbalife and they were in our sights the entire way down. We had passed them at one point but they had re-passed us when I had to take a bathroom break. I ended up having to take 4 stops down this hill. With only 400 meters to go we finally entered the single track section into Vail. I had a feeling we might catch team Herbalife because they weren't moving as quickly along the technical terrain. They came into view and I told Peter to go for it because he was feeling really good. We started gaining on them but time was running out and there wasn't much trail left. We entered the finish shoot with 50 meters to go and Peter found himself in a sprint off with Herbalife's male partner. It was close but Peter finished literally with a foot in front. It was a great completion to a long day. We finished the day off in 6th and quickly found a creek to soak in. Lunch today consisted of beers and french fries!

Day 6 (21 Miles) Vail to Beaver Creek:

(At the start in Vail. It was a beautiful morning and everyone in good spirits)

I woke up today feeling really good. It was the first time all week that nothing really hurt on my body. I had eaten a ton the night before and was feeling fueled and ready to rock. Today being the last day may also have had something to do with my positive outlook! We took it easy every other day and this was the one day where I really just wanted to run. And so I did. I didn't communicate that with Peter, it was just something I wanted to do. Peter walked behind me as I ran everything. His power hiking is so fast, I have to run to stay with him. If I had done this all week I think we would have fared better in the standings. But, with that said, since I was coming off of an injury, the goal of the week was to have a shit load of fun. We started up a hill that switchbacked for quite a while. I was loving the terrain and the fact that it was runnable. I also enjoy running up single track trail versus ATV roads. I was surprised that my legs were feeling so good after 5 days and 97 miles of running. We started to pass teams that we hadn't seen until the finish line all week. That was a huge motivator. Everyone seemed to be struggling out there and we were just on fire. I finally felt like I had air in my lungs and was able to breathe. Once we reached aid station 2, we were to then run 5 miles of downhill. This next section was one of my favorites all week. We were flying and working really well as a team. We passed by the 2nd overall mixed team (Canadian) who we hadn't seen in any stage, which gave me an extra boost of energy. I knew then that we were in 3rd place. There was only one other mixed team I hadn't seen all day and it was the same team we had chased down on day 3. We passed them at the very end of the downhill and it wasn't long before they were passing us right back up at the 3rd aid station. We kept them in our sights all the way up the last final climb. It was hot, it was steep, and both teams were moving well. It wasn't until the final seconds of the last steep climb that we passed them. I was working hard, bent over, hands on the legs, moaning/groaning/grunting/pushing up the hill as hard as I could. Pete had helped push me up a lot of that climb. Side note- for some reason when I run, if I am struggling and need to find motivation within myself- I 'WOOOOOO' as loud as I can. If I am working hard, I'll totally groan and grunt. Something about expressing your pain, makes it more tolerable. K, sorry, back to the story...

There were only a few miles until the finish. I wanted to finish 2nd sooo bad. Well, I really just wanted to podium, but since we were so close to taking 2nd, why not shoot for it. We had worked hard all day and this was our day. Over the next few minutes I was continuously checking back over my shoulder to see if they were there. As we started our descent, they weren't in view. By the time we hit the first switchback I could seem them. I had no clue how far they were behind us but as long as they were in view, I was nervous. I wanted to take off, but Pete was giving it all he had, so I let him lead. I could hear the announcers and finally we were descending off the mountain and into the finish shoot. I was soooo excited. I was excited to finish 2nd and for the journey to be done. Peter and I shared a long embrace. I really couldn't have asked for a better partner.

(Bitsy and Megan Delany at the finish on day 6)

After we watched the majority of racers come in, we went back to the hotel. It was great to stay in a place of our own with a nice hot shower. We walked around Beaver Creek before going to the Hyatt for the wrap-up Banquet.

(The top 3 mixed teams for the stage- Go NSA!)

(The photo for the North Shore News- Thanks Valarie!)

If anyone is interested in doing this next year please contact: Peter Watson at North Shore Athletics. His e-mail address is Signing up through Peter at NSA gets you a discount on the entry. Hope to see you all out next year.

I think I have been on an enormous high since TR. My calves and achilles felt a bit tight after day 6 from all the uphill running but 2 days off on the car ride home made them recover quite well. We ran for an hour and a half the day we got back. It was great to be back on our home turf and I am just reminded all over again how beautiful our trail system is here. The next day Peter and I went to run the Rubble Creek course. It is a 26km trail that starts at the Chekamus Lake parking lot and ends in Rubble Creek. The trail is beautiful and you get to drop down to view Geribaldi lake, which is one of the most stunning lakes I have ever seen.

See you in the trails.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Right into the next...

Well, the past 2 weeks have flown by and it seems as though Peter and I are just jumping from one awesome vacation into another.

Whitehorse was so awesome. I had such a blast and met some of the most incredible and intriguing people. The adventure and intrigue began on the flight to Whitehorse. I was looking forward to vegging out on the plane and watching a movie but low and behold, I ended up sitting next to a man who had quite the story. He is about 6'4, African American in his 50's/60's, and wore a pony tail. What started off as a friendly conversation turned quickly into an in depth conversation about his entire life. Why do I have to be so darn curious? He told me he stopped driving/using any form of motorized vehicles after witnessing the devastating effects of a 1971 oil spill in the San Francisco Bay. He created his own opinions about what had happened and began preaching those opinions on others.He soon realized that he wasn't listening to what other had to say. After that, he decided that he would not talk for one whole day and he would just listen. That day turned into a week, which eventually turned into 17 years! Excuse me? You didn't talk for 17 YEARS????

A lot happened over that 17 year period. He walked across the U.S.A, Bolivia and a few others that I can't remember. He worked in various places a long the way and eventually went to school and got a Ph.D. At first, he didn't make any sounds. Eventually he let himself laugh and because he took a few music classes, he hummed. He has since written a book about his experiences and said it was going to be turned into a movie. The Book is called Planet Walker: 17 years of silence, 22 years of walking. Now he goes around and does talks at schools where he discusses his adventures. He also does a lot of environmental work. See Video about his journey, HERE.

After that, we went to the my cousin Panya and her Fiance and 'husband to be' Seth's house. It is there that we would stay in a Coleman outdoor camper trailer for the next 5 days. Both of their parents had been there for many days and were quite settled in and had spent days seeing the sights. My aunt Monica took Peter and I to the Yukon River and we went for a dip. The trails were so beautiful and the water was turquoise. It was a hot day but that didn't become a trend as the rest of the week was quite cloudy with rainy periods. The house we stayed at was the central meeting spot and we were surrounded by new people every day. The bride and groom are outdoor adventurists and coincidentally so were their friends. To say the least, this made it simple for Peter and I to meet others. We made some great connections during our stay in Whitehorse and have a place in Alaska and Castlegar when the time comes. Our hosts very graciously lent Peter and I their mountain bikes for the week. Because of my foot, we biked everyday. The day after we got there we went for a 2.5 hour cross country ride. I had never really ridden a bike on trails quite like these. They were not like anything you would find in North Vancouver and I enjoyed the rolling nature of the hills around the lake. We would continue to ride for the rest of the week but nothing as eventful as the 1st. We also discovered the giant recreation center. They were the host to the Canada Games (I think) one year and built a brilliant center. We went to the gym and did a weights workout. The food each night was themed and incredibly delicious. One night was homemade Sushi (Japanese)and another was Mexican. Panya always had amazing home made bread for breakfast and there was always enough left overs from dinner to make lunch. Needless to say, we never went hungry.

My brother and the majority of people arrived on Friday. There must have been 8-10 people staying at the house with only one bathroom. Seth made his own beer for the wedding reception and we got to taste test that before hand...many times. The wedding was high up on a beautiful mountain with a view so would...well...take your breath away. The invitation I received months prior in the mail was a hand painted landscape of the view itself. Some people mountain biked up the grueling climb while the rest of us drove up. Peter and I went for a ride in the am, allowing us to be comfortable in regular clothes for the ceremony. Unfortunately, in the end, it rained. Wait! it didn't just rain, it pissed rain. But, everyone seemed to adjust and enjoy the ceremony none the less. My brother and one other person held up a small tarp over the Bride and Groom as they conducted the ceremony. The rest of us stood under tarps people were just holding up. The rain that pelted the tarps made it very hard to hear what was being said. Thankfully, some of the speeches got repeated at the reception. After the ceremony, everyone dashed to their vehicles and drove down the mountain (sopping wet) to the Shalet. There we had some snacks and set up the tables and chairs. All the locals made food potluck style and there was a 180lb Pig that was roasted. I had never seen anything like it. The reception was a blast and the MC was on fire she was so hilarious. One last interesting side note, both father's are jewelers (self employed) and made rings for the opposite family member. Seth's dad Kevin made Panya an amazing ring and Panya's dad Ray did as well for Seth.

The next day, some people left, and others helped clean up the reception location. Peter, I and 3 others biked to the Yukon River where they had seen a rope swing a few days before. I of course was the last one to go in but it was awesome. On the way back however, I veered off into the rocky ditch causing my bike to swing sideways. As I was about to graciously fall off the bike, Peter accidentally rammed into my back tire causing me to superman it into the rocks below harder than expected. I walked away with a few scrapes on my hands and a deeper nick just under my left calf. The bike on the other hand popped a rear tire. We had one extra tube but it turned out to already have a hole in it. We weren't sure what to do but low and behold I had my cell phone on me. We called the house and Panya's dad came and picked us up. That night we feasted on left over pork which was transformed into the most amazing pulled pork...Yum! The next day we went back to the gym and busted out a weights workout. We flew out that afternoon. We were greeted by my Grandma at the airport and she drove us home. When we got home, we re-packed, jumped in the car, and headed straight for Shuswap Lake. We spent a week there with Pete's Family.

We arrived at the Lake late Monday night and went straight to bed. The had decided that the next morning I was going to try and run. It had been about 8 days since I had last run and I had a feeling that I was good to go. There aren't really any trails by the cabin but someone had built and maintained a little Mt. Bike park amongst the forest behind their cabin. It is a 20 minute loop consisting of 5 minutes down the paved road, then steep ass switch backs for 10 minutes, followed by a 5 minute steep ass descent. The descent has some bridges and jumps off of it. As soon as I started running my heart rate shot up way more than normal. For the first time in 4 years I actually felt 'out of shape'. In the 4 years that I have been running, I have never taken more than a week off running (I don't think even that). But in the last 6 weeks I had run a mere 5 days. The uphill section of the run proved to be even more disheartening when my heart rate reached it's max. Actually, on the second day, I reached a new max of 188 (although it took me to sprint up the steepest hill to reach that). The funny thing was, I didn't feel like I was working 'that' hard. I thought there must have been a problem with my HR monitor but I am sure I am just not as fit as I once was. Anywho, after 5 solid days of running and 2 bike rides, I feel great. I am definitely not where I was but I am slowly getting there. The first few days I was very cautious with my foot. I have never ran downhill so slow in my entire life but I really didn't want to roll my foot.

On day 2 at the Lake Peter and I had a serious conversation about Transrockies and whether or not we should go ahead with it. Should I risk rolling my foot and putting myself out for another 1-2 weeks? Would I be fit enough to run 113 miles in 6 days? Would I suggest that to a client of mine? In the end we decided it would not be smart and that we would go away another time. This decision just ate at me. It's all I thought about on the rest of the week's run's. I started to feel very confident in the fact that we could just go there and have a fun time. I didn't want to regret not going and missing out on all the fun. So, after 3 more days of great running, and telling Peter that I really do want to go, we made the decision to go. YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! We leave on Wednesday afternoon and I am so damn excited. I went for a very technical run today to test out my foot and it felt so awesome. I now run with a brace on my right foot but I think I would be a fool not to. It gives me all the confidence I need to be able to run without fear. I am fine knowing that we are going there to have a great time and not worry so much about how we do or our placing (but you never know once we get out there!). I look forward to meeting so many new people as well as see some familiar faces. This will be one amazing training camp (that's what I am calling it).

Anywho, I am off to bed. Back to work for 2 days and then I am free as a bird again! I love vacation. Especially running vacations! The weather isn't looking so hot in Colorado. I am sure it will be cold. It's hard to pack for bad weather when it's just so damn nice where I live. Vancouver has been so nice this entire summer. It has been such a treat.

See you in the trails!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Whitehorse, Shuswap, and Colorado...HERE I COME!

(a pic of me in Leadville, Colorado last year, can't wait to go back)

Well, today is officially the start of my Vacation! Woohoo! I am flying to Whitehorse for the wedding of my cousin, which is on Saturday. I can't wait to see all the beautiful places and scenery people have talked so highly about. I haven't had the chance to meet Seth (her fiance) and am excited because I hear he is quite the catch. They are both outdoor adventurists and I am sure they will have lot's of suggestions for Peter and I. Sadly, the Chilkoot trail will not be run this time around but that's ok, another reason to go back right? I'd love to drive up there one day, I heard it's spectacular. My cousin is getting married on top of a mountain. You can get there by car or mountain bike. I am trying to convince Peter to mountain bike it with me, but...he sweats a lot more than I do, and sitting drenched at a ceremony doesn't sound all that appealing to him.

Next up, Shuswap Lake. The Watson Clan's annual August trip away. Pete's family has rented a cabin up there for over a decade and last year was my first year. It is such a blast. His brother in law bought a boat last year, so there's endless amounts of water skiing, tubing, and wake boarding. Last time I totally 'woosed' out and didn't try water skiing until the very last day. I soon realized what I had been missing out on all week and am looking forward to testing out my skills (or lack there of!). His mom cooks such amazing food and there are endless goodies to tempt the taste buds. Among other things, I'm going to bring my bike up there, and hopefully get out for some early morning rides. O...and I can't forget, touch up on my tennis skills. There's usually some doubles play and me and Pete took the cake last year!

Last but not least...TRANSROCKIES. If all the stars align, which they better, we will be coming back from Shuswap, getting in the car, and driving all the way to beautiful Colorado. Oh, how I love that place. 6 days of running, 113 miles of fun! I can't wait! Look forward to meeting many of you who are heading down there as well.

I won't be updating for a while but will post some pics once I get back in 2 weeks!

See you in the trails...

Saturday, August 1, 2009

An Old Flame

Bugger! I have been reunited with an old flame. I had to break up with this old flame because he was a little too needy. He always needed to "rest" and he wouldn't let me run for 4 weeks. You guessed it, his name is Cuboid!

I ran the Howe Sound Crest Trail on Sunday and felt amazing. I experienced no pain but I will admit it may have been a little too much time on my feet, compared to what I had done in the 4 weeks prior. I took the next day off and biked the day after that because my quads were cooked from Sundays run. I ran 56 min slow slow in the am and biked for 90 min in the pm. Then on Thursday, Tamsin and I went and ran Hanes Valley. It was so beautiful out but O' so hot. Nonetheless, I was having a great day, until I rolled my right foot. I rolled it in the exact same place I did when I fractured it before. Even though I rolled it, it wasn't that bad, and kept running with no pain. The next day I ran for 50 minutes, again, very slow, and with no discomfort. Today, I ran for 3 hours. However today, I did feel some discomfort, not pain, but I could definitely notice a sensation in my cuboid. After my run I went to work at North Shore Athletics for 6 hours and I could feel it stiffening up over the course of the day. While I was injured the sport med doctor told me if I could hop up and down on one foot for 10 days pain free, I was good to go. Well today, I hopped on it a few times and both times weren't without some discomfort.

I can't help but wonder if I came back to fast or did too much too soon. With the weather being so nice and so many adventures to be had, it's hard not to want to be out there. I guess I assumed when the bone is's healed! Hopefully with a few days of biking, all will be good. I am heading to White Horse on Wednesday and am planning on running the Chilkoot Trail (55km) on Thursday. I want to do it so bad so I will be crossing my fingers.

See you in the trails!