Change #1: I am not an ultra runner.
But these guys are. Kyle Skaggs (L) and Anton Krupicka stepping up to get their trophies.
It’s sad, but running a 100 miler may well be a life goal I never reach. I could have trained more dilligantly, and could have done a bit more to get my knees in good health, but it would require a huge amount of time and effort, especially the later. Beyond my point of diminishing returns. It was a serious piece of humble pie, and at the same time an affirmation. Four years ago I would have continued and trashed myself for months to come.
The answer? Ultra hiking. The C2M’s is now a 60 mile hike in 24 hours. Very doable based on past Grand Canyon times. I bet I can even go to Hardrock and average 2.5 miles an hour. That would put me close to the top half! Trekking poles and backpacks, here we come.
Change (reaffirmation) #1.5: A natural athlete I am not.
Fred is. The bastard.
Hanging out with him and Susan, being a pizza test bunny, drinking coffee, playing with the dog and cats, looking out the back windows at the mountains. All a priviledge. There are just such good people in the world!
Telluride-Moab TT: put it on your summer calender.
Change #2: No more drop bars?!
At least on the Leviathan. A lot was different with the Yeti: slacker HT, 2-3″ higher bars, 1″ shorter cockpit, big travel, small wheels, hydros, broomstick bar. But a lot was the same or very close: ETT, ST angle, BB height (too little for the travel), crank length, gearing.
The descending confidence was a huge leap forward. Like all good teaching moments, it was a sudden coming-together of many ideas that have been perculating for a while. So, I’ve got Eric’s Mary bar and a 100mm flat stem to mess with. More concrete words when I have more concrete ideas.
Eric’s kids rule, btw. I spend 40 hours a week around 90 reasons to not have kids. It’s healthy to see the other side.
Change #3: No more steak
Not exactly. But the polyp snipped out of me a few weeks ago is worrisome. It’s presence in the first is out of the ordinary for a 27 year old, and it’s nature nasty. Combined with a family history and it added up to shaking news Monday morning.
So I’m not going to become a vegitarian, but as of two days ago I became damn close. No meat since, and very little that isn’t lean chicken or seafood in the future. A bit less beer, lots more fresh veggies, waaaay less sugar. No processed crap (bye bye Twizzlers!!). I’m laying down the law. I love love love food, and it perhaps above all else is a hard place to find discipline in my life.
No longer.
So, the rest of the week for catching up, moving some items to make gear switching revenue neutral, and working on some projects. Material and otherwise. It’s a damn good sort of busy.
Bedrock & Paradox 
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