F3: Confessions of an Adventure Junkie

Confessions of an Adventure Junkie

Last fall I ran the Savannah Marathon for my third marathon; upon crossing the finish line I felt the exhilarating feeling of disappointment.

The fall before that I completed my first Half-Ironman, and as I hit the finish line I saw that my wife eye’s were filled with pride and amazement at my accomplishment, but I just wobbled away amotional.

The summer before that I climbed two 14ers in Colorado in one day, but looked wistfully at a beautiful lake across the valley, wondering how could I get there instead...

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1/6/2012--Cashiers--Soloblast

Q and Pax: Agony

The workout--
Trial run up Rock Mountain trail at Sunset
At top:
SSH x birth age (33)
Burpees x faith age (17)
Mericans x years married to an amazing M. (10)
Meg Ryans x each 2.0, 2.1.1, 2.1.2, 2.1.3
Trail run home in the darkness

Moleskin:
-I have run that trial many times, and began hiking it at age six. Though I know each turn, each switchback, each slippery rock, every time I crest the summit, God reminds me of something new. Sitting and watching the sunset, I felt compelled to count off the major blessings He has given me as the sun poured over the top of the horizon.

-I have bought into this F3 logic fully as I see how these three things are critical in my life. Thanks to the men who had been working on me to get involved with the f3nation, these last 6 weeks have been life affirming. Though I scoffed at first as I ran and cycled alone in the gloom wondering just who the hell these guys at freedom park were. I have come to discover that they, like me, are men just working our tails off trying to be men to our families, our spouses, our kids, our callings and our God.