Speed is a relative concept

I love to run trails fast! The ability to cover large distances in a short amount of time is exhilarating and satisfying. Bounding down steep, muddy, rocky and rooty trails is pure joy and I suppose a bit decadent. It is a dance on the edge. It is a dynamic interaction between brain, heart, lungs and legs. It is an interface between man and the natural world. It is a connection to a better place. It involves sufficient and acceptable levels of risk. My friend Harald likes to muse about how I "turn off my brain" on descents. I suppose in some respects this is true. On the best days, when everything comes together without perceived effort, running becomes meditative and restorative.

The BIT has necessitated a change in my normal training routine. Getting back to shouldering a pack and pack weights over six pounds has taken some time to adjust, both physically and mentally. There have been many days on the trail carrying a 35# pack (140%) when trail-runners come cruising by. I suppose it twists my ego a bit, as I think to myself "Hey, I am a trail-runner, and I usually go as fast or faster than you." I just give my usual hello and receive a smug smile in return. No matter.

With 3+ weeks and one long-run remaining until our departure I am am confident in my ability to succeed. I feel mentally and physically strong. Pack weights of 20 to 27# are manageable and I am able to average 3 to 4 mph with significant climbs and challenging terrain. Altitude is still a variable and our plan for rapid ascents only makes this more potent. A risk we are prepared to take.