Today is Zion 100. This is the first time I have missed it in two years. The first year I dropped to the 100k distance. 100 miles that day was just not in the picture for me. I learned that I needed to find a crew for help. I also needed more practice, and time on my feet.
Last year I still needed more practice, but I at least had a crew and some lovely pacers. I made it to the Virgin Aid Station and was told the BLM had pulled the race permits and that I could run down the road 6 miles and "finish", but I decided I couldn't. I couldn't let my attempt be cut short and still proclaim victory. I walked away that day with out completing the victory I wanted.
Will I try Zion 100 again? Maybe, but not this year. I have some serious FOMO (fear of missing out) watching all the social media on #zion100 right now. It's such a special place to me.
To everyone racing... I hope you leave a little of yourself out on the course, and I hope that you revisit your steps whenever you can in search of yourself in that special place. Enjoy the race, and take the time to be there. <3