Chaos canyon, my first time up here was last. won’t forget it because of the wild hail thunder storm combo that hit us in the way down from upper. not easy hauling a*s with 2 pad on your back talus hopping. mad respect to this place. 🙏🏼
I have never felt as strong as i felt yesterday on my project, i flowed all the way through the crux and onto the ending jugs of ‘spearmint rhino’ 5.11d. then the most annoying thing happened, my feet kept cutting off and i couldn’t get them back onto the wall. i was two moves away and wasting energy, after the fourth try of attempting to stick my feet back on the wall i burned up and got too pumped to finish the last two moves. i have never yelled the word ‘fuck’ any louder ever in my life. with all the strength, passion, and emotion that i felt yesterday i know in my heart that i am sending this route by the end of the week. that’s a promise to myself that i’m not going to break. #stayhungry
A final view of the pointy guy. although these are habitual moose stomping grounds, we didn’t see any the entire trip. i think it was because of the intimidating bernedoodle by our side. #nomooseontheloose
Bfc race report, 3. 📷 @kristopherleecargile for the past several months, i’ve struggled more and more with the thought that i don’t belong here. i actually really s**k at running if you compare me to the type of people who run races like this - faster, stronger, 75 mile training weeks with at least 10k elevation gain, competing in tons of races with an impressive collection of 100 miler belt buckles. 4 recent posts of people deciding not to come due to injury have me second-guessing my decision to come anyway and potentially be taking a spot from someone who has a better shot at finishing. but it’s too late now and i tell those thoughts to shut up as i make my way 3/4 of the way back in line. i stand there feeling so small and alone and way out of my league when i hear a familiar voice behind me. i turn around to find carey a. standing there, whom i met last year at the top of t******e spectacle when i attempted to eat a sandwich which i couldn’t stomach and had him put it in my pack for me. ever since, we’ve joked that my sandwich cost him 30 seconds and blew the race for him. i hear my name immediately to my right and see irene k. standing there with her husband. i give her a quick hug and wish them luck and when i turn back to my left, jon m. is standing there. “i’ve been looking for you all morning and turns out you’re standing next to me this whole time,” he said. and then i remember one of the biggest reasons i still came. i say that i need my solo adventures but at times like this, i need my people. at no other race before have i ever felt like i had a trail family. and just when i needed them, here they all were.
Your beauty transcends the superficial.
one of the most beautiful things about you lies within; your heart.
your strong heart,
your courageous heart,
your compassionate heart.
love with intensity, empathy with authenticity.
you...one of a kind.