Running Out of a Fog

Me, Wil Emery, Tim Dennis and Roy Well (taking the photo)
on Lost Mtn.

The blistering glory of crossing the finish line at the Burning River 100 Miler in 19:44 was the last moment I have felt the clarity that comes with racing. That was mid summer. It's now well into Fall and the whispers of winter are here.

The picture above is of my Swiftwick mates- and I running new found paths - dear paths, power lines, dirt trails and anything we can find. I find great joy in these runs - with men whom I work shoulder to shoulder with in an intense environment - we go out at lunch in search of adventure and release. We search out the unknown and the untraveled- stumbling on tree stands on occasion and signs barring our passing. Still, we press on - through the thorns and the brambled tangles of the forest.

Here I am at home and at least for a moment- the fog clears. I want to race. I want to challenge and train. But until I find that next mountain - I'll keep running and scrambling up the dear's path to find those moments of clarity. Keep running through the fog and look for that clearing up ahead.

God speed,

Jadyn