on saturday, before the race, my lovely wife melanie and i took a drive through the mountains to see the fall colors with my amazing sister, carolyn. carolyn had flown in to visit, to run the baby bear 10k with melanie, and to be awesome and supportive for me during my race.
while we were out there, in those glorious mountains, carolyn said something about how they’re just sooo big. i responded that pictures always, always fail to capture the scale. and it’s true, you know… pictures just can’t capture it all. like this one:
and so, yesterday was the race. i completed 50 miles in 11:21:46.
melanie asked me this morning how i was doing, not physically, but how i was feeling about it all. and i responded that it just kind of doesn’t seem real, like it didn’t really happen… and today, i’ve struggled to put together thoughts about it all. i sort of had a private moment or two in my office today where i nearly wept…
i intend to write an actual “race report” kind of post soon, but for now it just feels so big, like those mountains. it feels as if the scale of such an experience just can’t quite be captured in a post, or pictures, or stories. it’s just something that someone has to experience. that’s the only way to really know.