Slow pace

I had the opportunity to help clean up the boyscout camp today. Opportunity because it afforded me chance to get outside and enjoy the place in which I live. I may never race with the fastest mountain runners, I may never travel abroad on a national team. But I can say with out a doubt that I train in harsher conditions than many of that team may ever experience. I am thankful for the strength that Western Alaska has shown I possess. I know that when I do race against the younger faster US team that I will do so knowing that I race with my full potential.

Arrrgggg...

I cannot wait until this pain is over with. Mobility is increasing, but pain has not subsided. Hoping for ruptured bursa sack and not a broken or chipped bone. Not twenty two anymore. In the meantime, I'm loosing fitness. Loosing ground on all the progress I have made. Age has given me patience but has also made me wonder how much time I actually have left. 

Sometimes there is no choice but to slow down

Turns out six minute pace over tundra and rocks is not the greatest idea. I got caught up in chasing the dog and slipped out on a spring coming out of the hill side. Ankle blown. Out for six weeks...hopefully.