Happy Saturday warriors! Weekend vibes are here, and I hope everyone is taking full advantage - racing, adventuring, exploring. Everyone except me and the rest of the crazies who just ran Arizona Monster 300. I'm going to make an educated assumption that we're all still hurting pretty badly. I know I definitely am. My trail husband Eli actually asked if I wanted to do a long run with him today. Let me be crystal clear and completely transparent: I am destroyed right now. Not in an injury way, but in a 'I just did something incredibly hard and my body is filing complaints about every decision I made' kind of way. Every muscle is reminding me exactly what 300 miles in extreme heat feels like. Took my son Hayden to a concert for his birthday last night, and standing for 3 hours nearly killed me. My feet were screaming, my legs were shaking, everything hurt. But it didn't kill me. And each day I'm getting a little stronger, a little better, a little more functional. Recovery is its own kind of forward progress. The soreness is my reward. LFG