Starting to sort out some of the things I learned at Leadville. One thing I learned...when you think you're done, you're not. I learned there really is, I believe, a well inside each of us that doesn't dry up. We, or I guess i should say I was afraid that I would dig deep and come up empty handed. What if there was nothing there to draw from. That fear has caused me at times to avoid pushing myself to the point where I might need to draw upon that well. What would happen if I came up empty handed? That fear has held me back. Not just in running, bur in life too. The last 50 miles of this course I had to tap that well to get out of each aid station. I'd like to say I willingly dug deep each time, but I didn't. Many times my crew pushed me to dig. They forced me go beyond my fear and reach down, way down. And I was amazed, each time I was sure I was gonna come up empty handed, but I didn't. Each time there was something there. Enough and then a little.