[This post brought to you by boob sweat and dead bugs on my face.]. All I’ve ever wanted was to be happy, healthy and free. Today, I felt all three as I flew along Wildwood. I was *supposed* to be in Bend competing in my first real trail race. But pandemics happen and plans change. So, I set out to run the length of the course (and about half of the vert), just to see if I could. The conditions were perfect and my legs felt strong the entire way. So did my spirits.
We’ve all been tripped up by this thing. But we can also choose to lay in the mud or rub some of it into our wounds and keep running.
