My time in Durango flew by way too quickly, and suddenly Missouri's 45 degree mornings feel balmy compared to the last week in the mountains. I miss the mountains.
I had a lot of big questions I wanted to sort out in Durango. I got a couple of them answered, realized I'm not ready to answer one of them, and may have discovered the answers to a few questions I didn't know I had. But most importantly, I was able to relax and just train. It is something my mind and body both love, to be able to focus so completely on one thing. Now I am back home with 30 things to juggle.
I hope I can translate the momentum I found in Durango back to life in the 'lou.
3 comments:
I'm guessing you didn't roll? What about avoiding icebergs?
I think its silly that you and Nelly call St. Louis "the 'lou" cause thats slang for the toilet. :P
The huge smile on your face really seems to belie the fact that it's eleven friggin degrees. Perhaps your cheeks got frozen like that?
Nevertheless, best of luck with training.
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