|Lori hanging out by the creek, with Sophie on the chair and Bertie taking a break from aqua jogging|
Aside from the fabulous work situation, Lori and I have moved to a really fun log cabin just outside of Victor. Trail Creek runs through our land (Brook trout make great fish tacos) and I've put in a 300 meter irregular oval track in our field that provides stunning views, great workouts and a nice place to walk the dogs.
|On the track, looking towards Taylor Mountain|
My right foot remains quite painful and definitely does not bend or flex the way that it used to on account of all of the scar tissue built up on the top of my foot and around my big toe in particular. It's also not super pretty to look at. But running seems to be about the best thing for continuing to push blood through and continuing to encourage healing, even nine years later. At first, runs were really painful and I couldn't do more than a couple per week. What I noticed back in 2009 and 2010 though was that a few days after long runs, the pain seemed to get better and the blood flow improved as well. Since then, I've been able to slowly work my way back to regular training loads and had some amazing experiences on the roads and trails.
Just a few of the highlights since 2009 include a new marathon PR of 2:30:46 at the Twin Cities Marathon in 2014, a bunch of ultra wins and decent finishes, and some 100 milers including my first Hardrock 100 back in 2016.
|Island Lake, below Grant-Swamp Pass while previewing the course in 2016|
I have yet to race well or really figure out the 100 mile distance, but I get another shot at Hardrock coming up here in 2018 which I couldn't be more excited about. Hopefully I can take some of the lessons I've learned and improve on my last finish.
|Slogging up to Kroger's Canteen between Telluride and Ouray. Photo Credit Jared Campbell|
I've also had the pleasure of finally pulling off a "Full" Teton Crest run twice now -- in 2016 from South Boone Creek to Teton Pass, and in 2017 from Teton Pass to Flagg Ranch. Those treks were the first times I'd been back to the Nord Pass region of the Tetons and it hasn't gotten any less rugged in those parts. Those adventures and others with Dave Atlas have been pretty amazing.
|Hanging out at Mr. Bubbles between Old Faithful and the Bechler. Photo Credit Dave Atlas|
There's also no way to properly thank everyone who has helped me along the way to get me where I am today. Lori, hands down, has been and continues to be my rock every single day and the key to every success I've had since 2008, thank you. Allen, for setting up this damn blog in the first place and now going off and building an incredible family, I can't thank you enough either. My parents for accepting, coming to terms with, or at least keeping quiet about the fact that they're now reaping the results of raising an independent, stubborn kid who loves to run, loves the mountains and was taught to follow his dreams, thanks. Kathy, for taking advantage of my misfortune and giving me the opportunity to practice law (only to find out that I actually like it!) and becoming such an incredible friend and training partner as well, I can never repay you. I could go on forever here, but I think it's time to put this post out of its misery and call it a wrap as far as this blog is concerned. I'm really not a social media kinda guy (if you haven't noticed already) so you'll probably need to reach out to me in some old fashioned way in the future, but if you've read this far into the post I sure do hope you shoot me an email or give me a call. One last photo that I think captures this whole situation quite nicely . . .
|Greeting the man, the myth, the legend, Ty Draney, at Kroger's Canteen, 2016. Photo Credit Jared Campbell|