The Boob Injury

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That’s right. I got hurt on a run again. Not the usual bloody fall or rock falling on me. This time, the part of me bleeding, bruised, and needing to be iced is…

My boob.

I like to do long runs on this trail that goes on forever. It’s gravel, pretty flat, removed from roads and traffic, there are lots of dogs on walks, and it explores parts of Denver Metro with houses I’ll never be able to afford, which I love to ogle.

Behold this beautiful trail.

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Another huge bonus to this trail is the smattering of random farmland property . Anyone knows I love to see animals no matter what I’m doing. I’ll shamelessly wave, talk to, and grit my teeth at any animal I see while I’m running and said animals usually acknowledge me with a “move along crazy lady” steady and unsure eying as I slowly pass by.

On yesterday’s run, I was in the last bit of my miles and noticed one of the farmland’s horses were not just near the fence, but had their heads over the fence. The fence is just a few rows of wire…nothing indicating that folks passing by couldn’t stop for a quick hello with the horses.

I was THRILLED!

I approached slowly the nearest horse and she didn’t seem at all bothered by me. So I put my hand out flat for her to have a sniff. She sniffed and tried to nibble my hand and I told her I was sorry I didn’t have any treats for her.

I’m not a huge fan of selfies. But in this instance, I thought I’d get a selfie with this friendly beast so I could prove to BOCO gear, goodr, and Ragnar that I was proudly out advertising their products as a good ambassador should.

I mean, if you have to take a selfie, might as well take it with a majestic animal, right? Obvy.

As I was reaching for my phone, out of nowhere, the horse lunged at me fast as lightning.

Shit! That fucker’s gonna bite me!

Her bite took hold and I yelped out in pain and fell backwards, ass suddenly in the dirt of the bank behind me.

She held on for what felt like, well, forever, and when she let go, I was terrified she’d come at me again and I scrambled sheepishly back to the path trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened to me.

That’s right. This majestic beauty. This friendly beast. This motherfucking asshole of a horse had just bitten me HARD on the boob. Her aim was phenomenal. She nailed me right where it’s meant to hurt the most: the nipple.

I’M SORRY I DIDN’T BRING YOU ANY TREATS YOU FUCKING BASTARD HORSE! BUT WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY!?

Once standing again, all I could do was hold my throbbing boob in my shaking hand, moan because of how much it hurt, and walk in circles on the trail while I tried to decide what to do.

The first thing I had to do was to make sure she hadn’t done significant damage, so I worriedly pulled open the neck of my shirt and sports bra(s) and had a look.

Whew, all was still attached, though there was definitely a pretty distinctive mark and the beginning of some bleeding and bruising.

I was grateful for the four layers I had on at that moment. Thank you Ragnar for the jacket…it’s officially been broken in, I’d say.

It should also be know that that morning, I’d gone with two sports bras instead of one because my monthly “time” had dictated that my boobs would be a size bigger and suuuuuuuper sore, which is never fun for running.

That’s right, a horse had just bitten me in the boob DURING my time of the month when my boobs were already in an unfair amount of pain.

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I thanked myself for the double-bra choice, knowing that the more layers between my boob and that fucking horse’s teeth could’ve been the difference between some significant bruising and bleeding and another one of my fun freak accident trips to the ER.

Can you imagine trying to explain this to the ER’s front desk person, then the nurse, and then the doctor?

“Uh, yeah, uh, a horse bit off my nipple and I need it to be stitched back on pretty please and thank you.”

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So, touche Aunt Flo…thank you for inadvertently saving my boob from a random run-in with a vicious asshole horse.

The next thing I did is take a picture of the horse. This time, safely moved away from it, I wanted evidence of the assault suspect.

This is the piece-of-shit who tried to bite off my right boob.

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I’m not sure why I did what I did next, because it’s not like anyone could physically do anything for me, nor did I really physically need anything from anyone at that moment. But I knew I needed emotional support. So I started calling people. And I never call people. In order of calls:

  1. Mur, my unofficial mental health run coach to see if a horse assault/boob injury should indicate that I should finish my run then and there.
  2. Brenley because she and I had considered running together yesterday and she’s always game for one of my ridiculous stories.
  3. Steve because he’s my man and shouldn’t you call your man for support?
  4. Brenley again.
  5. Kayde because she’s a fellow runner chick with a lot of experience with horses and horse-related injuries.
  6. Santa because he’s another of my unofficial run coaches.

It appeared that everyone was enjoying their Sunday afternoon because no one was answering.

Then, Steve called back.

Me: Hey.

Steve: Hey, what’s up?

Me: Um, well, I just got assaulted by a horse.

Steve: Oh.

Me: Yeah. Well, actually what happened was it bit me on the boob.

Steve: Oh.

Me: What should I do?

Steve: You should run it off.

Me: So, my boob is bleeding and boobs bounce. Running it off sounds super painful right now.

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Steve: Oh.

Me (being stupid and stubborn about still getting my workout done): I guess I’ll try to run it off anyway.

Steve: Okay cool.

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I started along the trail again and realized to my delight that the uneven packed snow conditions I’d been fighting for most of my run could now be to my advantage. I walked to the next patch of snow, grabbed a fistful of clean looking, untouched slushy snow, and packed it into my sports bra where I felt the most pain.

Viola! Pain lessened! And I could run without much issue!

That’s right, after the vivid horse assault, I did what my mother would do: I put my boob on-ice and set off to finish my planned workout.

When I got home, still in disbelief that a horse had come after my boob in the first place, I started texting my inner circle to tell them about it.

Which resulted in a necessary drawing of the damage:

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One of my friends thought this was a drawing of a uterus. But she’d also been day drinking.

This morning, two of my besties texted within 15 minutes of each other to see how I was doing.

I was greeted by back-to-back texts:

“How’s your boob?”

And

“How’s your nipple?”

That’s some good friendship right there.

Out of context “how’s your boob?” and “how’s your nipple?” are weird and hilarious enough, but even in context are, well, still so awesome.

Because, let’s review…

A fucking she-devil horse bit me in my boob yesterday.

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That Time goodr Decided to Woo Me Back!

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Great news all! Less than 24 hours after my quirky courtship email to goodr went in, I received the thrilling, heart-pounding human response back:

Hi Rachel‍,

SQUAWWWK! Thanks for reaching out! You sound like a great candidate for ambassadrship!

Currently, the 2019 Ambassadr program is closed…our Flamboyance was chosen earlier this year, but don’t let that get you down, there’s always hope for next year! Applications will open again in December.

Be sure to sign up for our email list and follow our Facebook page to get updates on product, fun runs, and next year’s ambassador program. We love what you’re doing!

Thank you for the goodr love!
Katie

These are definitely my people, you guys. <3‍

That Time I Decided to Woo goodr

It’s thick in the season of gaining and renewing ambassadorships and as usual, I got really gung-hoe about collecting as many badass ambassadorships as I could.

This year, I’m thrilled to have rejoined with Ragnar and to have re-finagled TransRockies Run (that was a tricky one this time around, my bad Houda). And I’m waiting to hear back on some other, super exciting ones.

That’s when I realized that if I’m going to sell myself for swag, why not see about the one company that makes a product I wear constantly…inside and outside…to a fault (but not to bed, at least, because that’s ouchie. And weird.).

The product to which I refer is sunglasses and even when I’m not wearing them on my face, I’m wearing them on top of my head to keep my hair out of my eyes.

Furthermore, I’m a die-hard goodr girl. And all the rainbowy colors make it that much worse for me not to spend money in running stores because I can’t resist their fun colors at only $25.

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Thank you for this borrowed photo, Running NW. I appreciate you.

And why not? goodr goes everywhere with me. EVERY. WHERE.

See? goodr goes running with donkeys and runs the Grand Canyon and hangs out with Ultra Dirt Divas in Moab and makes stupid faces at Ragnar and goes on river trips in Idaho and goes on snowshoe adventures. Just look at all the places goodr goes!

In other words, I’m perfect for this ambassador job. It could be and should be a beautifully symbiotic relationship.

So imagine my sadness when I visited the goodr website and discovered they weren’t taking applications for ambassadors right now! WHAT!?

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But listen, a blocked path has never kept me from trying.

Full disclosure: I definitely went into full stalker status when I was trying to land my first entry level job in my field. And guess what, haters? It totally worked. Eventually. Over a year later.

But this isn’t work, it’s love. So I decided, that like any human in love, I should do my due diligence and begin a courtship.

So here goes nothing. I’m popping off this email to some goodr wizard on the other end of the internets somewhere and my fingers are crossed for a quick reply.

(But not so quick as that time I asked Salomon to sponsor me, when an obvious robot responded and I realized no human actually read, nor appreciated my eloquent, yet quirky email to them. I’m still pissed about that, by the way.)

Subject: goodr, will you go out with me?

Hiya!

I found the ambassador page and I also found that the ambassador program is closed right now. I’m curious to know when it opens again because in the past 2-ish years, I’ve been an exclusive goodr sunglasses girl, which is actually saying a lot because I only got Lasik 4 years ago and couldn’t wear sunglasses before that (stupid regular glasses only), so I’m obsessed with and basically can’t stop collecting sunglasses (i.e., goodr sunglasses and nothing else at this point, and I can prove it).

So obviously, I’d be super pumped to be an ambassador. I’m already repping goodr at donkey races, Leadville Race Series races, on epic river trips, Ragnar, Grand Canyon runs, TransRockies Run (I wear my 2018 TRR goodrs more than any others). My goodrs go on adventures, on training runs, snowshoeing, to visit my mother, etc. I’m rarely seen without them and even when it isn’t sunny, they rest on the top of my head (notoriously).

Since I write a trail running blog, I thought it might be fun to do a goodr series…where will my goodrs go next (2020 is shaping up to be another epic adventure year…my first time to Zion, for example). But this is where it would be extra special if goodr agreed to go out with me, so you can join the fun.

Anyway, I hope this reaches someone who likes it and if nothing else, I simply hope for the approximate date of the ambassador application opening and then consideration for a job I’m happy to pretty much continue doing for as long as the sun keeps shining (or as long as I have hair that my goodrs can help keep out of my eyes during shady times).

Just so you know I’m serious, here’s the link to the blog I already wrote about my first attempt at wooing you! https://lightningpickles.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/that-time-i-decided-to-woo-goodr/

Thanks!

Rachel

Fingers crossed, folks. This is my jam, I know it is.

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Update: within minutes a robot did reply to me, but not to shoot me down like the Salomon robot did, but instead with the promise of a real human to respond in a couple days! And guess what? That robot writes just as unconventionally as I do and I’d expect nothing less:

Hello!

Your request has been received by the goodr Customer Happiness and Wellness Team. Though we are often very busy flying in to provide a pre-bonk banana to someone in the middle of an ultra, we’ll get back to you in within 2 business days with a good(r) solution to make you happy.

If you have additional comments to add, please reply to this email.

Stay tuned!

 

Trailhead Break-In Vigilante

Disclaimer: This isn’t the smartest or safest thing to do when you stumble on someone breaking into your car, I realize that. But when you’re wrapping up a 10-mile run, and get slapped in the face by the adrenaline of actually witnessing your car window smashed and your valuables stolen, some people (not me because I’m kinda wimpy and easily frightened and easily injured) might take matters into their own hands because there’s no time for anything else. 

But also, this goes without saying I hope, please don’t try this at home. You follow?

This is a story about a guy who went full-on cowboy on some assholes breaking into cars at a trailhead the other day.

I’m writing his story for all our different run and mountain bike communities to enjoy a little vengeance for once…with his permission, of course.

And with names and locations omitted because…well…he may have broken a few laws trying to get his shit back from assholes.

For anyone who’s had their car broken-into at a trailhead. Or for anyone who’s had to worry about their car getting broken into at a trailhead because it happens so often.

This story’s for you.

And for me.

 

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My car at the Green Mountain Lakewood Florida lot on June 24, 2016, sans a complete window, but with a freshly bejeweled driver’s seat, and me in the background trying not to cry while on the phone.

 

Here we go. Fasten your seatbelts ladies and gents!

For the sake of legal protection, we’ll call our hero “Eastwood” because his candor, grit, and vigilantism aligns perfectly with Clint Eastwood himself, the baddest ass cowboy extraordinaire.

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Eastwood’s an ultra runner, training for LT100 with a full-time job plus lots of overtime and a family, which he graciously refuses to compromise for his training.

Because he’s a good dude.

So naturally, because of all his responsibilities, he runs at the butt crack of dawn.

And that’s the ideal time of day for desperate assholes to prey on parked cars at trailheads, as we all know well, unfortunately.

Eastwood’s wrapping up his 10-mile run and is within sight of his truck parked on the side of the road at the trailhead. He notices something suspicious.

There’s another car parked across the street from his truck and in between the two, another vehicle is just hanging in the road. Not parked and not parking.

Eastwood’s cowboy hunting instincts kick in and luckily, he’s blessed with better fast-twitch muscle fibers than I am, enabling him to start hauling-ass to get back to his truck before this suspicious car goes anywhere.

This is about the time he sees a guy smash his window, get into his truck, get back into the car, and the car taking off.

Not today.

Eastwood drops into an even faster pace, is now sprinting, reaches his truck, jumps onto a seat-full of glass, and takes off after the car.

Think about it. How often, really, are we close enough to actually witness the break-in AND fast enough to get there in time?

When it happened to me, I simply returned to a broken, rifled-through car and felt like shit for the rest of the day….week….month.

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But this isn’t my story, it’s Eastwood’s and he’s a fucking badass.

So yes, now Eastwood is engaged in a full-speed car chase.

And those of us who’ve experienced a trailhead break-in (or any break-in) are thinking, “yeah, Eastwood, go get those motherfuckers!”

He’s able to corner the bandit car in a parking lot. The car is wedged into the corner and Eastwood’s truck is positioned diagonally so they can’t get out.

The other driver sees an opening tries to shimmy around Eastwood’s truck and a tree, at which point Eastwood throws the truck into reverse and slams on the gas trying to pin the car against the tree and stop them.

Adrenaline so high, he’s willing to wreck his truck for vengeance.

He missed by a hair and away they went.

The good news there is he only has to fix a broken window and not a crushed back-end, I guess.

Also, it would’ve been so awesome if he’d been able to stop those assholes and had gotten to witness their arrests.

Meanwhile, Eastwood had been asking other drivers to call the police because Tweedledee Thief 1 and Tweedledee Thief 2, of course, had stolen his phone.

So now we get to the cops.

When this happened to me, it was such a low priority to the Jeffco police, that they put me on a waiting list to be called back.

And the best way I can describe their general sense of urgency was as a sleepy “meh.”

Because….

This shit happens all the time.

And when it happened to me, they hit the Green Mountain Florida lot, then the Rooney lot, then Mt. Falcon, and finished their little thieving tour at Lair o the Bear.

By the end of the day, between the trail running and mountain biking communities, we had zeroed in on the suspects’ vehicle make and model and the suspects’ descriptions. I believe we even had a license plate number, but I can’t remember now.

Nothing came of it because in order for anything to happen to these asshole people, the cops needed more than those things apparently.

But it is a fascinating observation into the sociology behind break-ins and social media groups. I very much value the sense of community and camaraderie in our local trail communities.

So back to Eastwood.

He had 3-4 people call the cops for him while he was in active pursuit of his stolen goods and the assholes who did the stealing.

And what became of those calls?

Cops showed up at Eastwood’s house and started questioning Mrs. Eastwood for being involved in a crime.

Somehow she’s become some sort of suspect in this?

Really?

*facepalm*

*double fucking facepalm*

Now, after 20-30 minutes of chasing these fuckers around town, some of Eastwood’s adrenaline wore off and he realized he should probably stop being a vigilante and just go to the police about this.

(By this point in the story, I’m starting to feel grateful that no one appears to have any weapons to use on each other.)

Eastwood’s experience with the cops was about the same as mine…a “meh” because again, this happens all the time.

“Well, if it happens all the time, shouldn’t we start to do something about it?”

His question fell on deaf ears.

But not first without a stern scolding and a light threat about how Eastwood had decided to go on a high-speed car chase and how his vigilantism was dangerous and stupid and therefore, yes, reckless endangerment, something, something.

Fair enough.

Next up, find my iPhone.

Just like the real Clint Eastwood, our hero has enough grit to commit some reckless endangerment, but he also has a highly intelligent brain muscle and decided to use it to try to get his stuff back by other means…less dangerous means, ideally.

Upon checking find my iPhone, he sees his phone is moving and like a scene out of any of the Lethal Weapon movies, excitedly he slams his palm down on the table and says, “Let’s go get ’em!”

And away he goes, this time with Mrs. Eastwood behind the wheel, off to get the bad guys, once again.

They arrive at the location where phone is said to be and of course, Eastwood expects to reunite with the car whose back-end he’s become intimately familiar, having chased it all over town.

Instead, he finds another vehicle.

A fucking mountain bike.

Tweedledee Thief 1 and Tweedledee Thief 2 had tossed the phone out the window and a mountain biker passerby found it and picked it up.

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But yay for Eastwood! Now he’s reunited with his phone!

His smashed phone.

His phone he’ll have to replace anyway.

Meanwhile, a cop did track down the thieves, thanks to all Eastwood’s efforts to get their license plates called in.

Unfortunately, the cop who caught them isn’t gifted with Eastwood’s fast-twitch muscles either and they got away on foot.

So the lame ending to this story is that Eastwood spent the rest of the day and part of the next day dealing with the consequences of the break-in. He had to replace his driver’s license, cancel all his credit cards, replace his phone, and get his truck scheduled for a new window.

The thieves made $150 off him maybe and yet, he’s paying easily quadruple that in deductible and phone replacement costs.

Not to mention the idiotic waste of time he’s enduring trying to deal with all the shit you have to do with when someone decides they deserve the contents of your vehicle more than you do.

As I mentioned earlier, the guy works hard and a lot, he has a family, he doesn’t want to spend one second picking up the pieces of yet another trailhead break-in, let alone a day and a half.

And there’s also the residual violated shit feeling that hangs out inside us for days, weeks, months, years after a break-in that feels like something between anger and sadness…or both mixed together.

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I still can’t park my car at a trailhead without feeling that feeling and without having at least one moment of worry while I’m out running or riding.

Anyway, I hope this story about an adrenaline-fueled trail runner who decided to get his shit back from trailhead thieves brings a little light into your day.

Maybe the next vigilante trail goer will actually catch the fuckers.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, the car they were driving was stolen too.

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 7: Go Hunter GO!

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 7: Go Hunter GO!

I appreciate everyone’s support of this epic young man so very much.

So just to recap, here’s all the crazy awesome stuff that Hunter has in store for his year.

This year, he’s running Carbon Valley for the second time on Saturday, May 11, 2019, which happens to be Mother’s Day weekend, which is so appropriate for Monica.

Monica is a dedicated and hard-working mom who keeps herself up-to-date on the latest options, studies, and breakthroughs in autism, so she can help Hunter any way she can.

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She claims not to be a runner, and yet, she runs the half marathon every year. She says, “Hunter doesn’t get to quit when it’s hard, so neither do I.”

Next, Hunter will be running the Leadville Heavy Half Marathon on Saturday, June 15, 2019. Heavy Half also happens to be on Father’s Day weekend, which is appropriate for Will, since he’ll be out there running with Hunter, as always.

I plan to write another blog detailing Hunter’s race day in Leadville, but if you’d like to track him, there will be a link for athlete tracking on the race website.

I love it. This year, Hunter gets to run a race for mom and a race for dad.

Finally, Hunter will be running the 2nd Annual Miners Day Burro Race on Saturday, September 21, 2019 with Blaster.

Please check out the list of ways you can support Hunter (below). There are lots of different ways to support him and we appreciate any or all of them!

How to Support Hunter

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Hunter’s loyal entourage. Left to right: Steve, me, Logan, Monica, Will, Hunter, Jaxson, and Brian (easily Hunter’s biggest fan)

There are a number of ways you can support Hunter’s goal. Please pick any or all of the following.

  1. Share this post on social media.
  2. Donate to Hunter’s fundraising page (all donations go to Children’s Hospital Colorado and research through the Autism Treatment Network). Click here to donate.
  3. Join us on Saturday, May 11th for the Fun Run (1 mile), 5k, half marathon relay, or half marathon–so there’s a distance for everyone. Walk, run, or crawl…no excuses! Click here to register.
  4. Don’t like running or walking or crawling? Fair enough. Come volunteer! Click here to sign up.
  5. Hunter’s running the Carbon Valley half again this year! Come cheer for him. The course is easily accessible for spectators. Here’s a map and the race starts at 8:00a, so bring a camping chair to hang out anywhere along the course and just wait for Hunter’s big smile to come along.
  6. Make signs for Hunter’s race to be distributed along the CV race course. Last year he LOVED his signs and took a picture next to each one. Let’s make even more for this year! Email me (rachel.kay.link@gmail.com) if you’re interested in making a sign and I’ll get the signs posted throughout the course beforehand.

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 6: John Elway

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 6: John Elway

As I started writing this series, I realized I had completely forgotten about Hunter’s hope that the mayor and John Elway would come to last year’s party.

Here’s the actual conversation I had with Will when I remembered this.

Me: REMEMBER HOW HE WANTED US TO INVITE THE MAYOR AND JOHN ELWAY???

Will: Lol. The mayor is probably doable but John Elway probably not.

Me: I’m gonna try anyway.

Will: Lol haha please do.

Me: If I were John Elway and I heard about Hunter and about the fundraising for Children’s, I’d come to the party. I just wish I’d thought of this 6 months ago, since he’s probably already busy next weekend.

So then this happened.

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And now I’m writing about it, which means Google didn’t produce John’s personal cell phone number or email address for some reason.

If you see this blog and you know John personally, please ask him to come to Hunter’s party after the race. We’d love to have him.

How to Support Hunter

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Hunter’s loyal entourage. Left to right: Steve, me, Logan, Monica, Will, Hunter, Jaxson, and Brian (easily Hunter’s biggest fan)

There are a number of ways you can support Hunter’s goal. Please pick any or all of the following.

  1. Share this post on social media.
  2. Donate to Hunter’s fundraising page (all donations go to Children’s Hospital Colorado and research through the Autism Treatment Network). Click here to donate.
  3. Join us on Saturday, May 11th for the Fun Run (1 mile), 5k, half marathon relay, or half marathon–so there’s a distance for everyone. Walk, run, or crawl…no excuses! Click here to register.
  4. Don’t like running or walking or crawling? Fair enough. Come volunteer! Click here to sign up.
  5. Hunter’s running the Carbon Valley half again this year! Come cheer for him. The course is easily accessible for spectators. Here’s a map and the race starts at 8:00a, so bring a camping chair to hang out anywhere along the course and just wait for Hunter’s big smile to come along.
  6. Make signs for Hunter’s race to be distributed along the CV race course. Last year he LOVED his signs and took a picture next to each one. Let’s make even more for this year! Email me (rachel.kay.link@gmail.com) if you’re interested in making a sign and I’ll get the signs posted throughout the course beforehand.

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 5: Heavy Half

Hunter Goes for Leadville, Part 5: Heavy Half

I talked about Leadville a little bit already, but since this is Hunter’s main focus this year, it deserves its own, dedicated description.

I remember when I first started tackling the half marathon distance and my runner buddy, who’d been able to convince me to do all kinds of crazy races already, tried suggesting the Leadville Heavy Half.

Without hesitation I sad, “15.5 miles up in Leadville? Absolutely not. That’s just crazy.”

And then, a couple months later, here we are on Mosquito Pass, climbing to the highest point of the course.

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So Hunter has his sights set on this thing. This is what the course profile looks like. It’s nuts.

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Undeniably nuts.

Just look at this thing.

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Most years, because the race is relatively early in the season and goes to such a high elevation, race volunteers have to go dig out the highest part of the course because it’s still under several feet of snow leading up to race day.

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I like this picture because it does the course justice. It gets pretty steep in places.

But you take it one step at a time and eventually, you get to the top of Mosquito Pass at 13,185 feet.

Ken Chlouber, founder of the Leadville Trail 100 hangs out at the top, cheers on runners, and takes pictures with them next to the sign.

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Hunter will have to get his iconic top-of-Mosquito-Pass picture with Ken.

And then you get to go down. And as you go down, you get to look a this.

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The view alone is worth every ounce of the challenging high-altitude climb to the top.

It’s beyond worth it.

And with Hunter’s bottomless physical energy, he’ll get it done and then he’ll run around in circles at the finish line while the rest of us sit down for a beer, exhausted!

How to Support Hunter

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Hunter’s loyal entourage. Left to right: Steve, me, Logan, Monica, Will, Hunter, Jaxson, and Brian (easily Hunter’s biggest fan)

There are a number of ways you can support Hunter’s goal. Please pick any or all of the following.

  1. Share this post on social media.
  2. Donate to Hunter’s fundraising page (all donations go to Children’s Hospital Colorado and research through the Autism Treatment Network). Click here to donate.
  3. Join us on Saturday, May 11th for the Fun Run (1 mile), 5k, half marathon relay, or half marathon–so there’s a distance for everyone. Walk, run, or crawl…no excuses! Click here to register.
  4. Don’t like running or walking or crawling? Fair enough. Come volunteer! Click here to sign up.
  5. Hunter’s running the Carbon Valley half again this year! Come cheer for him. The course is easily accessible for spectators. Here’s a map and the race starts at 8:00a, so bring a camping chair to hang out anywhere along the course and just wait for Hunter’s big smile to come along.
  6. Make signs for Hunter’s race to be distributed along the CV race course. Last year he LOVED his signs and took a picture next to each one. Let’s make even more for this year! Email me (rachel.kay.link@gmail.com) if you’re interested in making a sign and I’ll get the signs posted throughout the course beforehand.