Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I love the burros. I love the people. I love the community. I love the harsh mountain air, the adrenaline rush, the feeling that I will most certainly cry when I cross through those gates in South Park on the last weekend of July.
But I also love my friends. The ones without long velveteen ears. The ones who are not crazy enough to run with donkeys. The ones who were there for me long before I discovered the joy of the 6-legged race.
And so this year I had to make the [[tough]] choice to attend a friend's 30th instead of running with the likes of Thumper and Ranger.
But rest assured. I will be there next year. I may have even recruited a few more runners just like me.
In the meantime, a little something else to keep you entertained 'till next season. My new pastime:
P.S. Congrats to my lovely burro racers, who kicked ass this year! I am sad I missed it, but thrilled you carried the torch! :)