This is my all time favorite photo of my mum. Why? This is her. All the time. Even when there is no energy left, this is the face. She is push, laughter, optimism, and sparkle. She is my mum. Happy birthday! I love you. The perfect 📷 capture goes to: @jahrig
The Bighorn 50k, cool, misty, blanketed in lupine, with high alpine smells of sweet pine and prairie sage, roaring canyon river, pillars of rock, pounds of mud that held on for the ride, and good friends at the end of the trail. The day was a bonus to all the miles put in, and a stoke reboot to go get some more.
Happy dads day to the guy who created and cultivated the importance to be dually connected to strength and wildness—and now continues to show up on my selfish acts of running many miles through the mountains and gives me just what I need, pickles. 📷: @jahrig