The Steamboat Classic is in the books.

    Another running moment this morning.  I wanted to run around 7:30 pace, ran 7:10s.  I guess all the hills and repeats really paid off.  But it wasn't the pace that made my morning, it was the way it felt.  I have to tell ya, I  kinda got emotional when I rounded the corner, 50 yards from the finish line, and saw the clock.  You have a hard time describing to non-runners and even some regular runners cant understand what this feeling "feels" like.  So I don't talk about it much, I guess I should and maybe it would motivate someone if I did, but I really don't like too.  Now it is time to get back to the trails.  I would like to run an ultra or two this fall, and avenge my DNF at Potawotami.