Banff. It's hard not to fall in love with the pictures that you see online - quiet snow-capped mountain settings with crystal clear turquoise water. The occasional bear. The free-roaming wildlife and so much untouched wilderness!
It's not an easy decision to step back from the start line. I won't lie - I wrangled with feelings of failure and shame. Feelings of frustration that this was yet another race that I wasn't going to run because I was injured. But those feelings are all superficial. Those are the feelings controlled by the dark side of your brain - the side that doesn't focus on your health or integrity. Those are the feelings you have to stand up to and say, "Not today, Satan."
Vacations are supposed to be long, happy trips of relaxation, enjoyment, & carefree ease. I can honestly say that in the first 24 hours of my camping trip to Grand Teton & Yellowstone, we could have written a two volume leather-bound edition of “How Not-To’s.”
In fact, this blog is a recap of the hot, steaming pile of dog poo that was my race at The Ranch on Sunday. And, maybe in your head you're thinking, "Oh, she's just exaggerating. It couldn't have POSSIBLY been THAT bad."