|Seattle Jungle Cats ft Philip, L-Adam #teamteal, & Elizabeth|
(not pictured: Farmer & Loowit, Kaytlyn & Ely)
|It takes a village. Or the Queen to tell you what to do|
|When Mary & I tried to conquer the VT Long Trail|
|My certainly-not-SLO(w) gal pals|
|the SFRC regulars fangirling|
Running has also given me challenges. I've had my fair share of injuries, often joking that you could create a Bingo game for all the fractures, tears, strains, and sprains I've had. I've DNFed races and finished when I probably shouldn't have. I've struggled with social media dictating what my running should be and endlessly compared myself to others on Strava, wondering why I couldn't run the same splits. I've puked my brains out in races and I've face planted into every surface imaginable. I've gotten lost, run out of food/water, and made so many mistakes, it's strange I haven't yet been inducted into the Rookie Hall of Fame. And yet, I keep coming back.
|the OG CPDC squad|
|Meghan & Stephanie showing me the WS100 ropes|
|chasing Rory somehow always gives me altitude sickness|
|typical Ultra finish state of affairs|
|looney tunes at who-knows-what hour pacing Jon Bretan at TRT100|
I could go on forever in my little ode to running. I had originally planned to write this after finishing Cascade Crest 100 as that would mark my "retirement". However, CC is no longer happening. Per previous posts, I just haven't been able to run much lately (read: Life happens and it's OK) and have lost my base. More than that, I'm just not motivated to train for it; I'd rather get fitness so I can keep up with friends on epic summer routes and climb Mt Rainier with Philip. Those are lame excuses and 100 miles is really freaking far for that kind of BS. I've given up my spot and I'm actually relieved, not full of regret. You could probably say I'm a bit burnt out, and that's probably a likely diagnosis. So, I'm going to prescribe myself a much needed break.
Catch ya on the flip side. Xo, Kelsie