My motivation for competition ebbs and flows. Especially most recently. This last year I was numb with heartbreak when my mom passed. I spent most of my time running to fill the day and also enjoyed showing Anna the mountains in her new home. When it came time for training, I was unmotivated to work hard. My desire to invest my entire being to committed training was lost, which I clearly justified as it often feels so selfish. That justification clouded my mind, and that layer of dust cleared when Tim asked for my support at Western. This exciting opportunity provided me fresh eyes and purpose. It reminded me that competing doesn't have to be a selfish act. When you involve people you love in reaching your goals, and being there for them in their own, it becomes the epitome of altruism. I often think how my future self will feel when reflecting on the decisions I make. I gotta say, looking back at the work I did leading up to UTMB, I couldn't be happier. I worked my ass off, I took care of myself, and I let the love of others and of competing back into my life. I think ma would be proud. And damn does that feel good! Gimme your hands. Let's do this thing together ❤️ 📸 @shitinthewoods @altrarunning @runinrabbit @muirenergy