First, as mentioned in the previous post, I finally moved to Boise at the beginning of July. I came out without knowing when and where I might find employment. We had money saved up for a potential long-term unemployment, and I spent my first couple of weeks in Boise on the job hunt. I had a couple of major helping hands, and by the end of the month, I was offered and accepted an archaeologist position with URS. The next day, we traveled out to Eugene for some Track Town racing!
Elizabeth ran her first marathon, running under her goal time and generally being awesome. My achilles cooperated just enough for me to gut out a 17:08 5K and a win over a running flapjack. That brought home the pancakes, so to speak. Those who beat the flapjack received a "year's supply" of Krusteaz pancake mix or other Krusteaz products. I'm not sure I would quantify what I received as a year's supply, but it was cheap as free, so I shall not look this gift horse in the mouth.
Another fun fact: before we left Eugene, we grabbed coffee and breakfast burritos and hung out at Spencers Butte, home to the challenge course where Elizabeth used to work as well as some very large trees that she loves. I decided that was a great time and place to propose. Thankfully, she said yes. So yeah, we're getting married next year!
|I will eat his brethren for breakfast.|
|Silver City, ID.|
I started with URS at the beginning of August. I spent a lot of the month on a project in eastern Idaho. We were based out of Idaho Falls, with a short stay in Lima, MT. The Centennial Mountains form the border between Montana and Idaho there. I want to go back and explore. The country isn't particularly high, but it is rugged and empty of people.
|Living in a cabin in and RV park down by the river (Snake River, that is).|
|Sunset from Lima, MT.|
|It snowed above 10K feet Saturday night.|
|Going up. Photo: Monica Hubbard.|
|Terrible view. Photo: Monica Hubbard.|
|Kim, Noel, Monica, Elizabeth, me, Landon, Katie, and of course, Stanley Dog. Photo: Monica Hubbard.|
|Out of the mountains and on to Ketchum for burgers.|
As for running, I have been slowly easing back into it. I definitely lost some fitness over the last couple of months, but the achilles, while not 100%, is good enough to let me get in a few miles. I forgot how difficult it is to work running into a fieldwork schedule. I have to be a little more dedicated to that.
I have scrapped all my racing plans for the rest of the year. Between the injury and my work schedule, it doesn't make sense to spend money on registrations. I also have an itch to just be outside. Running can be part of that, but not all of it.
I will see how I feel in the coming months. I did recently think that maybe it's time to consider a 100-miler. It sounds stupid and horrible, but lately the challenge has seemed a little more acceptable. I wonder if suffering through something like that might finally cure me of this need to compete.
I'm open to whatever opportunities and challenges come my way. I'm happy right now. That's what matters.