Marys Peak 50M
Under the enormous canopy of the protected ancient pine forest as I ran long winding switchbacks and rose into the clouds, I stopped to take a quick photograph and in that moment heard a distant bird call, barely discernible over the shattering noise of my own heartbeat between my ears. The ground was soft with dirt under a blanket of brown pine needles whose aroma filled the cool damp air that I was gasping to inhale. I took my photo and enjoyed the foggy scene from a movie and continued on my way. If you had told me 10 years ago that I'd be running a coastal mountain in Oregon (and summiting it twice) in the middle of a 50 mile race, I wouldn't have believed it. Hell, if you had told me 4 years ago as I trained for my half marathon, I still would have had serious doubts. And yet here I am, doing what I never thought I could. So how'd it go? Sitting on a plane headed home, let me digest this. 6 months ago I was reading the monthly ATRA newsletter and saw