Ridge-Run training the third time around.
“This is not what I envisioned,” I thought, lying on my back with both legs cramped, unable to move. It was near the end of my second Bridger Ridge Run in as many years, and after tripping over a mouse-sized rock descending from Baldy, I was doing my best impression of a turtle on its back.
The year before, I’d learned a lot and finished in a time that I was proud of. This go around, I figured experience and some training tweaks would put me well on my way to a better time. But things don't always work out as planned.
With terrain like this, you need a plan.