I took this picture during the Leadville 100 when we were stopped for 45 minutes on the road out to Winfield.  I was in the passenger seat and my belly prevented me really leaning out the driver’s side window to get a better shot.  That young man is wearing camouflage running tights — with his bright yellow shoes.  And his trucker’s cap is a fine Hawaiian print.  All that would be merely interesting if he wasn’t standing next to the second fellow — whose tan lines, black socks, and long t-shirt are really marvelous.  We couldn’t figure out if they were pacers or not.  I mean, they’re about eight miles down the gravel road to Winfield — without a car, — so they’re either out for a pleasure run out to the ghost town (dressed like that), or they’re headed to the aid station (dressed like that).  I really wish I could have heard what they were talking about.

My back is still pretty bad, and I haven’t been able to run — or walk much — for three days.  I have no idea what is going on.  I was fine before Saturday.  Then my right glute got a bit tight running out at Bandera, and then I could barely walk.  It didn’t feel like I pulled anything — and I certainly wasn’t ignoring any nagging pain before the run.  And I was just waddle-jogging along for goodness sake!  I have an appointment with the midwives this morning and I’m going to see if it’s okay if I see a chiropractor.  I’ve only been to a chiropractor once before, but it feels like something must have popped out of place — and that’s chiropractor work, right?  Stretching and sitting on top of lacrosse balls hasn’t helped.  (But, let me tell you, an 8 1/2 month pregnant woman trying to roll one glute on top of a lacrosse ball is quite a site.)(May you never see it.)

Anyway, the lack of running and crossing off goals on the big poster board has left me feeling low.  So it seemed like the perfect time to pull out the Winfield road picture.  It’s a definite spirit lifter.