For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
2013 was sandwiched on both sides with hip surgeries and crutching and crap so I entered 2014 walking albeit just a few minutes at a time. I spent every day of January on the stationary bike with two physical therapy exercise sessions a day working hard and dreaming of the year ahead. By the end of the month, I was out on cross-country skis.
I spent the first week of February in Keystone, Colorado with my family. While they were skiing all day, I was still hard at work on the bike and on the floor with my stretchy bands. I got out and cross-country skied a few mornings at Breckenridge and Keystone Nordic areas and lazed away the afternoons alternating between the steam room and hot tub with book in hand.
I also quit my job on impulse because there was no end in sight to the 50-60 hour weeks I had been working the previous months and ended up with an even better job offer working more directly with the work peeps I love.
Moved, eased back into running slowly, bought new backcountry skis, spent a weekend at a fancy spa near Zion, and single-handedly tried to drink every beer in Bend, Oregon during my birthday week.
Took a whirlwind desert tour before starting my new job hitting a few trails in Moab, backpacking 5 days through Cedar Mesa’s Grand Gulch, visiting Howenweep National Monument, and then stopping off in Cortez, Silverton, and Carbondale, Colorado before meeting up with my family in Breckenridge for my cousin’s wedding.
Went absolutely nuts-o running peaks like a crazy woman and nearly destroyed my knee caps.
Logged a total of 13 whopping miles of running after destroying myself in May. Started rock climbing again with a trip to Lander, WY and toured around the Yellowstone area in unseasonably freezing temperatures and snow.
Ran a whole whopping 14 miles this month and then decided to do a 50K in September. Highlights were spending a long weekend in Stanley, Idaho and seeing Josh Ritter front row center in Sun Valley.
Spent the entire month of August running around the Wasatch descending every now and then to head into work. Hiked Timpanogos for the first time complete with hammock bivy so I could get to the summit for sunrise.
Finished The Rut 50K. ‘Nuff said.
No early season snow made for some fantastic desert weekends. Got Roo started early with trips to the San Rafael Swell, Moab, and Cedar Mesa.
Injured my knee on running down Grandeur Peak and signed up for another 50K, I see a pattern! Spent a lot of time in Mill Creek training Roo to be an excellent ski companion and gave SkiMo racing a try with two Wasatch Citizen races and Sundance’s Alpe d’Vert before ringing in the new year at the annual Boulder Junction, WI bonfire.