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The Beginner's Guide

  1. Ask a stranger to put something in your vest

It also works to ask them to take something out of your vest. The sweatiest pockets, closest to your back, are the best places to store things, and it is such a pain to have to take your vest off!
Bonus Points: Don’t ask them to put something in your vest... silentlyhand them the item and turn around. Wait expectantly.

  1. Point out the local peaks

Who doesn’t love a geographical lesson while they run?
Bonus Points: lengthy references to local history and geology
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  1. Pee next to the trail

Why bother hiking off the trail? Just stand next to it! Remember to aim away from the trail.
Bonus Points: Keep the conversation going while… you’re going. Extra bonus points if you make eye contact.

  1. Have a stranger take your staged running photo

…because #trailfies can just get old. Give them instructions, such as how to frame the shot, how many photos to capture, and what to be sure to include.
Bonus Points: ask them to retake the photos, since none of those are "instagram worthy."
[caption id="attachment_567" align="aligncenter" width="450"] actually, can you take a group #solefie instead?[/caption]

  1. Steer the conversationtowards Strava

Did you see what Xxxx ran yesterday? Can you believe the segment name of this? Oh, SNAP! A segment is coming up, let’s PR it!
Bonus Points: Talk about what you’re going to name the run for the entire run. Extra points if you name it something with a hashtag.

  1. Talk about your race strategy for an upcoming race

…without being asked about it. Use great detail.
Bonus Points: Steer all side conversations BACK to your upcoming race. You weren’t done yet.

  1. Two words: Girl Farts

Bonus points: claim it ladies!

  1. Analyze the form of runners you don’t know

let the others you see on the trail know if they’re pronating, kicking to the side, or power-hiking inefficiently.
Bonus Points: show them exercises they can do to strengthen their weak areas

9. Banter about geek specs
Argue about why a 4mm drop is better than a 0mm drop, whether or not waterproof gaiters are necessary, and the best anti-chafe product. Force out controversy... the rule of "doing what works best for you" doesn't apply.
Bonus Points: We all need to be re-involved with the Suunto Ambit vs Garmin Fenix discussion. Again. The Fenix 3 is coming out…

  1. Sing, and sing loudly

Off-key and proud. Intersperse heavy breathing and chatter about the weather.
Bonus points: Broadway or Children’s music. Dancing while running, while difficult, is preferred.
[caption id="attachment_568" align="aligncenter" width="1500"] you can always let the girls do your hair :-)[/caption]

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Craig Lloyd on West Rim somewhere

"Now I spend the summer remembering the good intentions which vanished.
In part because of laziness, in part because of carelessness.
What's wrong with feeling nostalgic?
...August is coming to an end and September isn't arriving,
and I'm so ordinary!
But there's no need to worry.
It's alright.
It's okay."
-The Great Beauty

I know race reports are supposed to be all flashy pictures with a story cleverly told in mile markers and splits. Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
Jen and I coming to Hopp. "This is our seflie spot, remember?"
But, this isn't a race report, I don't think in terms of splits and places, and I'm typically not very clever.
Here's the stats:
Goal: Don't puke (for the first time ever)
Goal: Have fun
Goal: Perfect day. Find 100 mile mojo. End season on a high note.
Start Time: 5:06pm
Finish Time: 5:56pm (24:50)
Course: West Zion (Lee's Pass in Kolob) to East Entrance, then back. Roughly 97 miles and 19,000 feet of vertical gain
The crew: Craig and I for the entire double, Matt Williams first 13 miles then he was crew chief extraordinaire, Jen and Josh last 48.5 miles (second crossing), Becky the last 13 miles
Goals met. Though, I didn't eat much (one 4 hr stretch only got in 80cals) and had to sit and wait out a few near-puking spells.
No blisters. No blow-ups or melt-downs, no major hiccups. (One spring we had counted on wasn't flowing, but we found snow to fill bladders with). Perfect weather, company, and day.
The Data: (because I'm a strava junkie)
Craig's Report: on Refuse2Quit
La Sportiva Helios
Injinji socks with lots of Trail Toes
La Sportiva Breeze Jacket
Terramar Cloudnine Top (love the thermoregulation)
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sunset in Kolob, the timing of the entire run was scheduled for this
And, here's my story:
During the traverse the only pictures worth taking were ones impossible to capture.
So I took them in my mind.
When I was about 6 years old I started taking pretend pictures. I knew I had a poor memory, but I was convinced that if I focused reeeeaaallly hard, and attached the significance with feeling and the visual, I could keep it in my memory forever.
I'd tuck my hair behind my ears, form my fingers into a camera, squint one eye haphazardly closed, "click!" I'd giggle, immediately closing my eyes, just to make sure it was still there.
My first pretend picture was on a car trip. I wasn't buckled, and was bouncing around as we drove on I-15 N through the gorge towards St. George. I was in a 12 passenger van, my Dad was speeding, my mom was squeezing his leg hollering for him to slow down, the air was hot with tension. The vents weren't pointed the right way, there had been fights amongst my many sisters about it and no one cared anymore. But the view! I had to crouch below the window just to see the tops of the limestone. How young was I to fall in love with rock! It made me feel so small, so fulfilled: powerful and yet powerless, overflowing with wonder. Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
second time in Hopp Valley, glad the sand is ending

There were other pictures. The truck parked amongst the granite boulders my first time to Joshua Tree and the smell of cigarette butts. The look on his face before my first real kiss. The whispers of footsteps on dirt winding around the canyon, rays of sunshine dancing around me, discovering trail running. My children right after birth.
This mental scrapbook I keep of moments that can't be captured had images added to it during the Zion double. That's the highest compliment an experience can receive from me. Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
almost to Kolob for sunset again. love all those kids in front of me.

Sitting below massive white walls, the moon reflecting and bounding with energy through the air, leaving me breathless in awe. How could I feel so complete? Whatever life meant, it was there. All of it. Joy, wonder, inspiration. I drank it in, sitting in the switchback alone. Hands in the sand. Feeling.
"You know, it's too bad a camera could never do this justice."
Craig was a ways back, leaning against a cliff.
I stared into the canyon, immersing myself into it, focusing reeeeaaallly hard to add it to the scrapbook.
"Yeah. But some things are better when they exist only in memory."
Later, the alpenglow. A deepening friendship with Jen. Laughter, pain cave redecorating, humor and pranks.... serious moments reflecting on pain, loss, and mishaps. Dancing in the moonlight, for no reason at all. Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
finding peace in motion

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Josh's first full Zion Traverse! Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
"We need to take a picture. Right. Here. It's my favorite view of Kolob. I don't want this memory with only pictures of the sign at the finish.
I want to remember this." Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report Rock climbing and bouldering pictures and news Zion Double Crossing FKT: Report
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one of several "60 seconds of peace"

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Early mornings in the Serengeti
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Tomorrow morning I will wake up early. The vest will already be packed, the clothes laid out, and I will have given myself exactly 20 minutes from the time the alarm goesoff to get out the door.
To celebrate the 200th summit of the year will be fun. It won’t be the hardest summit, nor the most crowded, nor the coldest nor the easiest nor the fastest nor the slowest. In nearly every way, it will be inconsequential. The thing that makes tomorrow important for me is that it serves as a reminder of what I’ve been able to do all year. The opportunities taken, the friendships built, the limits I pushed, the things I learned, the time trials and the ridge schwacks and the exploratory runs.
The last 200 summits chronicle a much larger chunk of life to me. “There are years that ask questions and years that answer”(Hurston.)
2014, and the many summits during it, asked me many questions. Why do I do this? Do I even like running? Who are my friends, how did these friendships form? Why do some friendships flicker while other friendships burn? Do I even like to run? Should a young mother do this? Why am I unable to say no to the mountains?
So I took a few moments to recollect, and pulled up at random one summit from each of the last 12 months. Here’s a glimpse:
January 12th, 2014: Lake Mountain with Scott
With quad-deep snow up top, and the wind howling and blasting gales of snow against us, we struggled to walkupright. Laughing and stopping to watch the other struggle, it looked as if we were on Everest! By the time we came back down, the wind had blown all the lower powder away, and we were left to tiptoe through several miles of solid ice back to the car.
[caption id="attachment_539" align="aligncenter" width="500"] I couldn't find ANY photos of Lake Mtn, so here's the end of Wildcat, PC Matt Williams :)[/caption]

February 5th, 2014: Ensign-Dude with Ben
Ben played hookey and decided to take an adventure with me. When we pulled up there was dry sidewalk at the trailhead. Having run across the valley a couple days prior, and things were “looking drier,” we opted to leave the snowshoes in the car.
Which was a terrible decision, and we spent the day with snow up to our thighs. Fortunately, though we were freezing and soaked, the miserable slog was enjoyable, peaceful, and fun.
4 hours of post-holing up 3700ft of vert later, we returned to the car… and went for burritos. Ditching work and eating at a restaurant in drenched clothes we held hands like high schoolers falling in love.
[caption id="attachment_540" align="aligncenter" width="720"] Ben coming up Dude, happy for a break from post-holing[/caption]

March 26th, 2014 Wire
It was my birthday. I had just finished breakfast with a Facebook friend (who thankfully didn’t know it was my birthday!) and had a bit of time before a lunch in town with my sister. Still in a “no running” phase after a recent 100, I went for a quick hike up Wire. The rewards of the heavy hail and rain meant a silent summit, the stinging of ice on my frozen quads reminding me I was alive, another year, I was alive. So free, so happy, so alone.
[caption id="attachment_541" align="aligncenter" width="720"] Wire, PC Craig Lloyd[/caption]

April 9th, 2014 Parley’s Ridge with Matt
“You wore SHORTS?!” “I thought you were kidding about the Mom jean thing…”
One of the first of many long bushwhack days out with Matt. I worried a little, despite being good friends with Matt I hadn’t had much solo conversation with him. My shin was still bothering me from the 100. We couldn’t find parking, we couldn’t decide where to go. Soon shwackin’ gave way to laughter. We tweeted, took photos, crawled through the brush. Tried to dance atop the snow crust but more often sunk in. Barkley was fresh on our minds.

May 10th, 2014 SLC Ridge Loop (Twins, TED, Dude Ridge) with Craig
There was a time crunch. Craig was celebrating mothers day that day, he wanted to get flowers for his wife and be home before she awoke. I remember being enthralled with the scent of flowers outside, wishing I could take them home with me. We ran through fields of them. We had packed frozen burritos, but it was cold and it rained, and they never really thawed. Conversations went from silly to serious, I reflected on emotional struggles that had plagued me since high school, the inability to fit in. 20 miles of therapy with a close friend.
[caption id="attachment_544" align="aligncenter" width="526"] Dude, rain. PC Craig Lloyd[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_545" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Craig taking a breather from the brush[/caption]

June 1st, 2014 Mt. Mahogany, Mt. Baldy, and Battle Creek Falls loop with Scott & Craig
We didn’t know this would be one of the best runs of the summer. It was painfully early. When the boys pointed at the steep dirt slope we left the trail to claw up, I laughed, thinking they were joking. No one told me we were bushwhacking! But I was thrilled with the adventure of it. A ridge of vibrant flowers… and on the descent, Scott stopping us in a tangle of aspens to sing and dance a with a Broadway flair I have yet to see anyone hold a candle to. Laughing too hard to catch the moment on film, it lives on. Sun beams shone and danced around us on Baldy, then I swam in every pool of water on the way down, culminating with all of us getting into the falls at the bottom. The heavy cold water akin to having one’s breath knocked out of them, the entire day akin to having youth put back in.
[caption id="attachment_546" align="aligncenter" width="478"] summer.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_547" align="aligncenter" width="550"] Mahogany w/Scott, PC Craig Lloyd[/caption]

July 3rd, 2014: Timpanogos “Timpapendence Day” Run with Wranglers
It would be a large group, and I sat on my hands on the drive down. It’s a comfort thing for nerves, sitting on ones hands. I popped out of the carpool and said hi to a few faces, but as the numbers continued to congregate and the raffle began, I got skittish and went back to the car. Scott recognized my discomfort, he’s seen it at races many times before, and chatted with me a bit. I ran with him and Tara, whom I was just getting to know, most of the way up. I spoke with Chris, Steve, and a handful of others I had previously only known names of. Ben Light had the bacon and the party going full force up top. Coming down Scott’s legs were trashed after Bighorn, and we took our time chatting and strolling down. I was able to find (steal) a camp chair by the van and squished in between friends to better handle the large group. I had fun watching, observing, and chatting. What a wild, friendly, and strong group of runners. I was flushed with the novelty of so many like-minded runners.
[caption id="attachment_548" align="aligncenter" width="720"] Hidden Pk, another post Bighorn run w/Scott, PC Scott Wesemann[/caption]

August 16th, 2014 Kings Peak via Red Castle with Jen, Cherri, and Sarah
4 girls running with their overnight bags. Running, walking, hiking. Repeat for 50 miles through the high Uintas. I awoke early on the 16th to run back to Red Castle alone and watch the sunrise, to take a few moments and ponder feeling so small and so astounded and so blessed. I hurried back, and we opted to take a shortcut to Anderson pass that would have us (unknowingly) head through sheep pastures and marshes but save our shoulders and backs a few miles with the heavy packs. On the summit of Kings I chatted with Josh and Bart Greenwell who gave me food upon hearing I was low on calories. A small family back at the pass had me snack on cheese and crackers “Please, eat more, so we don’t have to carry it.” I laid in the sun on my pack waiting for friends so we could continue down. For the first time on the run back to Henry’s Fork, I made a pain cave to tune out my screaming shoulders, and I decorated it with the memories of Red Castle.

September 13th, 2014: WURL Attempt, thanks to many sweet Wranglers.
There are too many words. Too much pain associated with the failure, too much gratitude for those who came out and sacrificed their time to make a dream of mine come true. It is true, “the deeper sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain” (Kahlil Gibran). What an experience to have both simultaneously. The freedom of running the cottonwood traverse alone, happy and skipping my legs like rocks across a sea of choss… to clinging and sloppily sliding, embarrassed of my condition in front my patient friends, down White Baldy.
[caption id="attachment_551" align="aligncenter" width="480"] ridge dancing in a dress, PC Craig Lloyd[/caption]

October 11th, 2014 Sunset and Tuscarora with Marty
We started at night. Running and chatter was interrupted with long pauses, the sky was on fire behind the cottonwood ridge and I could not get enough of it. I was in love with mountains, how strange a romance, and here it was lit up in the sky for all to see. Back at Catherine’s pass in the dark of night we met a family who had us roast s’mores on their tiny campfire stove, and we chatted of skiing and children, of marathons and humorous things that got us through races. Sometimes in the backcountry you make instantaneous friends, and though you never see them again, their friendship lingers.
[caption id="attachment_552" align="aligncenter" width="550"] My Dad and I a week later on his first Wasatch summit, Sunset Pk.[/caption]

November 12th, 2014: Wire with Scott
Just a few days post 100. I was trying to drown out the usual post-100 blues by keeping my body and mind too busy to allow any thought or processing. Since Wire is the “little black book” of summits, it’s always there for you when you need it, Wire it was. I was out of breath up, I couldn’t talk much but enjoyed the therapy in motion. A slow trot down, but I couldn’t run the rollers on the BST on the loop and felt bad making Scott wait. The Zion double with Craig, just days prior, had been the unexpected high note I needed to end the season.
[caption id="attachment_553" align="aligncenter" width="1200"] I know it's not Wire, but I had to include 1 summit jump photo. :)[/caption]

December 28th, 2014: Lake Mountain with Wranglers
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