I’m embarrassingly behind in my blogging. Here I am, about ready to leave my short stint in Philly and head back to Anchorage, and I haven’t posted my Tucson runs or recapped the Pemberton Trail 50K Ultra that took place back in February. (It was an awesome race, totally rocked, and I mean every single minute rocked. For, like, six hours of rocking.)
So I’ll shut up, get with it and share some of my favorite memories of our glorious months in Tucson, where I ran close to 600 miles, swam I don’t know how many laps, biked countless miles and read thousands of pages of book (while lazing in the yard, one of my favorite things to do). It was a productive and fun-packed three months, and if we had had Seriously with us, the dog we co-own, it would have been absolutely and totally perfect.

The top of Blackett’s Ridge on a 90 degree day. You can’t tell from this pic but I was sweating like crazy.

And yet another cool rock formation–doesn’t this one look like a Snoopy dog? This was somewhere in Saguaro National Park West.