All Heaven

Midnight and no sleep till Brooklyn, the night before the race midnight again wide awake, at least rising was 2:30am not dawn. It was a fear and doubt knocking, maybe eight years before the subconscious letting me know about the incessant climbs at 9000+ ft, and no hill repeats had been done. It was the perfect race, can't remember ever having one. Fueling the machine worked, hydration on a hot day in check, drop bags, everything except time and movement, but they were no burden. Atop the Wasatch for miles of view nothing but mountains, glorious and heavenly. Nothing else mattered. This is why you do this. The time at Francis Peak was an hour over where I needed to be, but that didn't matter, it was good to be just as it was. Up and down, more of the same, the panoramic scene just shifted from ridge to trail. If you want to do the tough races and finish them everything must be done, and there is no better place to start than with doing the time and discipline to accomplish the crime. Time to get her done!