Friday, June 22, 2012

Gotta say something.

From (really)...
Too much.

That's pretty much it.

Once Deneb is in school, I can easily find time here in Bolivia to train for Leadville (and perform the way I'd like), but right now, the pleas of, "Papa, peas don't go run." Are too much.  Can't do it.  Must sneak out during the nap.  And the naps are getting shorter.

There's much more, but I don't think I've got the guts to share "the more" in a public forum.  Suffice it to say, there's some heavy irony in the phrase "I can easily find time here in Bolivia to train for Leadville"...

As of today, I've revised my training goals to something I can get done during naptime and feel good about myself - a 50 miler. In Vermont.  Hopefully with Deneb pacing me for the last 50 meters.  We'll see about that...

Anyway, hopefully over the next year, the irony goes away and I can visit the Steamboat 100 in 2013 and qualify myself for UTMB.

Thanks for reading, and why bite anything if it's not too much?


  1. Guess you've got to grow in order to have a bigger mouth and fit more in. That doesn't make sense, but I ain't changin' it! Mwah-hah-hahhhh!! See you in VT!!

  2. "...pacing you the last 50 meters". I love it! I've been thinking myself about my first 100 and wondering who I am going to find the time and my kids are much older. It is a constant battle but soon she will be running with you. Then it will be (more) grand!


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