The Run S.M.A.R.T Project running retreat.
When I told people that Jesse and I were going to Arizona in the middle of summer for a running retreat as our honeymoon I got two reactions: Those who knew us and appreciated our affection (rather, infatuation) for running and thought it was the perfect adventure to catapult us down the path of marriage, then there were those who didn’t really know us and assumed we were pulling their leg and called us crazy.
I have to admit; I wasn’t too sure what we were getting ourselves into either. Going into it, all I really knew was that we were going to spend the week in Flagstaff at 7000ft, we’d get a chance to run The Grand Canyon and that we were going to meet Jack Daniels. (And no, not the JD the comes in a glass bottle from Tennessee.) And when we showed up to our initial meet and great headed by three cool-cat coaches wearing Vans and Wayfarers around the same age as Jess and I, I could help but feel as though it was like Fraser St. RC was running the whole thing. But it didn’t long to realize the mile high credentials these guys carried and the big hearts that came along with them.
Apart from the elevation, the running itself was pretty easy it was definitely retreat/holiday style running. Which was just fine, because this meant there was plenty of time and excused to stop and enjoy the views along the way. [See photos below for examples of ‘views’]
[NOTE: I’ve written and rewritten this entry the whole length of the flight from Phoenix back to Vancouver and I just couldn’t get the words out quite right. Often less is more and I’ve never been much a writer. I’m a photographer, and that is how I chose to tell my stories and I’ve kind have left it at that for this one too]