Transformation

Mon. early am on Bowie trail

Going from a fast road race averaging 7:11 pace for 41.2 miles, even if it was ultra distance, has required more than a new training regimen focusing now on the TRT100. It has required a deep abiding spiritual rekindling. One that smells of campfire and has the winds of night in it. One that tokes deeply at the hidden stream and learns to see clearly in the laced light of early morning shade.

The majesty of ultra running is revealed in some of its most painful moments. For me it is a connection with the Lord and His creation that is increasingly strengthened. Almost with each step- stronger, closer, more willful.

Bowie by the ponds

My pace has slowed, my heart rate seldom climbs. My concept of distance has changed and I enjoy and seek out hills.

I eat and crave fast food junk. I need fat, oil, fuel, regular double cheese and bacon burgers are a new part of my diet.

getting hot by now running
an electric co. rd.

This is where the rhythm drops in. On the far side of the ridge, past the point of self doubt.

One must abandon the known, on the way to the unknown. Onward.

Post 18m at Bowie in @Swiftwick Aspire 2s