It’s funny how the race seems to continue affecting my dreams. At least that’s how I interpret it. Lots of dreams of hiking, scaling, walking endlessly, and saving lots of people.

Just clearing out the files. Overinterpreting gives brain waste too much validity.

We were talking about Dad and the possibilities of his cancer diagnosis. I just take it in and try and laugh at it all.

That incredible positive light from the race continues to burn. The next adventure is already in the back of my mind. Refusal to obey limits. I’m holding onto that.