roseland

at least portland got it right this time instead of that fiasco at the rose garden back in 2006. not the same show without carlos on bass, but interpol killed it. i did hafta lock the whip up three blocks away because of all the fixies hanging in the trees. someone needs to get the word out in portland that every show at the roseland is not a rave. leave your glowing pacifier at home. it was portlandia cliche on display to the illest. when in pearl, what did i expect? i have never been so happy to see high desert sunrise and a mostly empty coffee shop without an ironic moustache behind the counter.

democracy

she could have a self promoting blog about her stance on eating, minimalist shoes, money within the sport or a boring training log telling everyone about the miles she ran each day. she could have gone to races that suited her strengths instead of spreading her experiences out over all the disciplines within, and outside of, her sport. she chose to be challenged. she chose to live. she did so while experiencing someone close to her lose his battle with a terminal disease. she lived this past year with the grace and excitement that she raced with all year long.

she was montrail ultra cup champion. she qualified for the olympic marathon trials at 49 years old. she finished 2nd at the western states 100. she won the us 100K championships on the road. she finished 5th in the world at the same discipline at the world cup 100k in gibraltar. she won ice age, white river, waldo and mckenzie. two of those were usatf championships. she logged miles. she did trail work. she volunteered at races. she shared her smile and her knowledge with everyone around her and motivated and inspired us with every race she ran this past year.

i know all of this because i know her. she's a friend. i didn't have a vote. i had something better, i had the chance to share miles. smiles. ups. downs. laughter. tears. pain. elation. experiences.

so proud of you, GM. your the UROY in my book.