Chasing a DNF

I'm not sure why, but for some reason, I have been looking forward to the Greenwood Furnace Trail Challenge more than any other race I have scheduled this year. I signed up for it at the start of this crazy sign-up-for-every-race-because-you-aren't-doing-shit-that-weekend spree I went on. I don't claim to be a physiologist, but I have come to the conclusion that its takes way less muscle groups to sign up for a race than it does to run said race. Go figure. Oh well, what can you do? I mean, you could not sign up for four races in a row, but then where is the fun in that? So it was that I ran the Greenwood Furnace Trail Challenge the weekend after the Zion Half Marathon which you can read about  here . The picture is self explanatory, you don't need this caption, move along. I will say part of the appeal may have been my brief obsession with iron furnaces in the state when I first moved here in 2009. I thought they were pretty darn gnarly and the Commander and I ...

As a geologist, there is something pretty damn cool about being in a desert, walking, running, and hiking on rocks that formed in a desert 180 million years ago. That's the trip that is Zion National Park.  The Commander and I were there for the Vacation Race Series Zion Half Marathon, and we spent a couple extra days hiking the park. Here is how it all went down. We are in a desert. These rocks were deposited in a desert 180mya. That's deep (metaphysically speaking). We had a bit of a snafu right off the bat. My personal assistant screwed up by booking a late arriving flight the day before the race. The problem is that the closest airport is in Las Vegas, NV, which is an hour behind Utah and two hours away on top of it. As a result there was no way we were going to make it to the race expo to pick up our race packets before they closed. Luckily, our buddy Silver was there and after haggling with the volunteers, acquired said packets and saved the day. Side note, I fired...