I am another year older today and another race season has come and gone. Reflecting back on Year 30, I find myself dissecting some simple, yet challenging questions: did you accomplish your goals?; what do you want to do next?; what will make you happy?. I think the answers lie in my favorite poem by Robert Frost.
The Road Not TakenAs I sit here at the fork in the road wondering what the future will bring, I know Year 31 is going to be an interesting one.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Some photos from Worlds at Sun Peaks
Warming up at Worlds in the Team USA jersey
About to head up another leg searing climb
Exiting the pain cave after the battle is over
Some photos of cross at Kelly Creek
Into the barriers
More barriers
Runup (that's me making the pass on the right)
Hopefully, it doesn't take me another 8 weeks to write again.
Blue Star