“The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind, deaf stone alone with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.” -from “Into the Wild”
A few weeks ago, I competed in one of my first long-distance races.
Mile 1, shortly after sunrise
32+ miles on foot, in 8 inches of snow, across rolling hills, on what is historically the coldest weekend of the year. It was a tough race, but the views were outstanding (at least until the final 10 miles, which were in total darkness).
Mile 22, shortly before sunset
I figured I’d post a couple pictures.
