Sunday the snow fell, and it was beautiful. I was thankful it did - let me really feel back home (actually, the whole trip felt just the same as when I go to Moscow, and no wonder, in both places I spent 11 years of my life each). I managed a bit over 2 hr run through the quiet park with fresh snow cover before the temps dropped below 20F. How did I ever do it 4 years ago on a constant basis?
I didn't get into WS100. What is totally fine with me - I wasn't that eager. But neither Mike, Adriend or Rick got there either, and that's a bummer. I was really looking forward partying hard at Squaw Valley:) Today MMT100 filled in 45 min, what makes me scared for Bighorn registration. I am afraid I, along with many others, will be left to pick something later in a season...what the hell is happening with ultrarunning, it suddenly became so popular that everybody wants to suffer through 24-30 hrs of pain? OK, I am selfish...just for today. And better get back to work:)