Don't Call it a Tuba

Saturday will be my 14th PMBAR and Sunday my 5th PRAR. They have become routine and I feel stagnant. I think about the Why and What For all the time. Why am I doing this? How much longer am I doing this? What is it all about? Where do I go from here? Question after question after question. And then I daydream about other challenges I can explore. The thing about those daydreams is eventually you have to act on them or abandon them, and so I did the former. I've signed up for more races than I have done in many years with a singular goal in mind: the Hellbender100 next year. First I will have to qualify and for that I have picked the Cloudsplitter100k in October. I don't know what will happen or where I will go from here  but I am going to go for it.

Here are some recent pictures:

Lookout Rock:



Point Lookout:



Lost along the way:



Stuck inside of Turkey Pen:



With the Pisgah blues again: