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In the 7 days ending May 26:

activity # timemileskm+ft
  Adventure Racing1 107:29:05 326.48(19:45) 525.42(12:16) 17656
  Road Run1 16:48 1.54(10:57) 2.47(6:48) 25
  Trekking1 5
  Total3 107:45:58 328.02 527.9 17681

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Sunday May 26 #

9 AM

Adventure Racing 107:29:05 intensity: (81:31:41 @1) + (23:56:06 @2) + (2:00:22 @3) + (56 @4) 326.48 mi (19:45 / mi) +17656ft 18:47 / mi
ahr:89 max:158

Race report forthcoming. For now, post-race reflections pasted from FB.

As I think about this race, the word that keeps reverberating through my head is privilege.

What a privilege it is to have friends like Heidi Muller and Stephan Muller -- and all of their family and friends -- who take your kids and treat them as their own (with maybe a few less face smushes but no less love or good cheer) while we get to play in the woods.

What a privilege it is to stand on the start line with 80 strangers, and cross the finish four days later with the deep bonds of well-tested friendships.

What a privilege it is to return to the world and catch glimpses of the adventures your kids have had along the way. To hear their stories from the course and get introduced to all of the new friends they made: Mark and Lance and Big Mike and the Dude and the lady at the donut shop, and so many more.

What a privilege it is to have bodies that are healthy and strong enough to carry us through 525 kilometers on foot, bike, and kayak. To withstand 100 degree temperatures and boundless sun. To bend -- but not break -- under the endless teeth-rattling washboards. To traverse rocky canyons and deep dunes and dry, cracking riverbeds.

Muscle memory is real, and it is powerful. Equally powerful: the privilege to reevaluate what seems possible.

What a privilege it is to have the space to appreciate the mental and emotional muscle we've cultivated over the last six months. The games along the trail to take your mind off the sore feet. The extra snacks. The opportune late-night disco dance parties (yes, that actually happened -- Wrecking Ball reverberating through a canyon streaked with blue and purple lights). The soundtrack of our sleepmonsters.

What a privilege it is to lock eyes with a leopard and watch him cock his head at the improbability of four headlamps shining back. To dodge translucent chameleons, resting in the sand, and to watch bees swarm around drips of water at a race-provided oasis in the desert. To paddle among barking seals, watching them dive out of the water across the bow of our kayak.

What a privilege it is to celebrate a partnership filled with more stories, more adventure, more laughter, more grit and resilience and joy and community than I could have imagined when Brent and I stood next to each other on a sweltering Philadelphia Memorial Day weekend seventeen years ago and offered the simplest commitment: I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me.

This year, we celebrated with a can of trail beans from Garrison and the arrival of Other Brent, the one who tags in after too many hours in the sun and too few winks of sleep. I wouldn't have it any other way.

And speaking of Other Brent... what a privilege it is to spend 107 hours with three people who made every single second worth the effort. I have no words to convey my gratitude to Brent, Garrison, and Matt. For the ease in finding a rhythm together. For the magical mapwork and magical early morning chats. For the deep conversations about the world and our place in it. For the laughter. So much laughter. For the spoken commitment to pull each other along and the unspoken pledge to create something better than the sum of our individual parts. For the emergence of Day Four Matt.

Let's do it again soon?

Saturday May 25 #

6 PM

Trekking 5 [3]

Tuesday May 21 #

10 AM

Road Run 16:48 intensity: (15 @1) + (9:18 @2) + (4:50 @3) + (2:19 @4) + (6 @5) 1.54 mi (10:57 / mi) +25ft 10:46 / mi
ahr:141 max:168

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