I intended to write about the Frozen Dead Guy quite sometime ago but the days have melted together into a unsurmisable heap of hours and minutes that make February 1st's adventure from Nederland to Boulder seem like it occurred in some other lifetime - not two weeks ago.At this juncture only bits and pieces remain but most importantly is the over arching feeling of pure joy upon culmination. The weather played in our favor; I saw the biggest mountain lion tracks I've ever seen stamped fresh in the snow; the trek to the top of Twin Sisters Peak was the highlight of the day - clambering up rocks to reach the summit; my friend Claire saved my ass loaning me $5 for the bus to Nederland and we ate amazing Thai food complete with beers in Denver that night (we're getting psyched for the Grand Canyon in April...); like any good long run, ride, or ski I spent hours chatting with a girl named Britt and now consider her a friend after recounting stories of trials and tribulations that make as all a little crazy and all very human; I ran with the "3 B's" (Britt, Brad, Becca) most of the day and Brad told the cutest story ever about he, his wife and their %98 rule; a man named Nico and his son volunteered to aid the course with hot soup, tea and delicious food; we ripped the last few miles on the Mesa Trial - I got transported back to my days living in Boulder and felt utterly confused anytime we came across a section of trail rerouted by flood; I was happy; the trails were great (particularly the section from Walker Ranch to finish - connecting into Eldorado Canyon and taking my first trip on the Old Mesa Trail; Chautauqua was beautiful as always.
Thanks very much to Sherpa John and the Human Potential Running Series for putting on this amazingly fun run and %100 free event. Already looking forward to the Headless Horsetooth next weekend...P.S. I stole most the photos in this post from Britt!
