Sunday Morning

Kent and I ran Ute Valley Sunday morning, about 6am. Very, very cold, with wind. I had a very near crash on some seriously slick ice covered with fresh powder, but the near miss of the day goes to Kent. Running in the woods on singletrack with about 2 inches of fresh powder on the trail, Kent hit a hidden root and fell forward.... into a tree. I was right behind him and I still do not know how he did not head-butt that tree. He managed to divert his direction away form the tree and just stumble and get back up. From the look on his face, he also thought he was going to hit the tree. At least it gave us something to talk about other than the cold.

4 miles, 44:13