The Final Dance

About an hour ago the Wasatch 100 started carrying with it the end of the summer, the end of the Slam for Ironhorse Terranova and the completion of that dream. What a bountiful beauty of a place those trails in the Wasatch are! It also could be the last days of the fierce heat that has cabin fevered the Boo. But that is over after today. By tuesday next week maybe the Doc will say I am far enough along to start using the arm brace less and get on with a more versatile life, although I tend to feel that isn't likely. Running a trail again would be a novelty, but I don't mind the few outings on the roads. It is now September!