Laser focused on Breck Epic next week whilst being all scatter gun with distractions and disappoint. As I write this, I'm sitting here with wet feet from a monsoon commute that had me in the bathroom at work emptying rain water outta my shoes and ringing out my insoles.
And before I left my house, I saw that my back porch roof that's less than five years old is still leaking after the most recent round of repair work.
I need this trip.
My biggest concern right now is that I've allowed the 2025 Breck Epic to "intimidate" me. It's a whole "living in my head rent free" kinda thing. I've finished nine times already, but it's been three very long years since the last time I did it, and four years since I crashed out on Stage Two. I've never let that much time pass without heading out to Colorado for a six day systems check. Those three days in a row of forty plus miles tho...
I used to do that? I took for granted that I just had that in me when I was "young." Jeebus. I was forty years old in 2009.
Mostly this is about two things. I'm not terribly comfortable letting my last Breck Epic be my LAST since it was shortened to five days because of nasty weather. That and I've only got nine finisher belt buckles. Nine is not a tidy number. I can only wear one belt, but I can't just not get ten because... reasons?
*wheeze*
*gasp*
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"I can't wait to sniff the clean albeit annoyingly thin air again" [and wildfire smoke].
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