Falling Back Into It
Howdy folks,
It’s been a very hot minute since our last post here. No dramatic reason why, just life doing its thing. Like most creative outlets, the motivation to write, share, and put thoughts out into the world ebbs and flows. Thankfully, we’re not influencers who depend on posting to keep the lights on (good thing, because we’d be living in the dark). Our YouTube is collecting digital dust, our Instagram stories have gone quiet, and Substack isn’t doing much stacking.
Truth is, we’re pretty introverted by nature. We are the kind of people who choose to live outside a town of 1,500 and call it perfect. Most of our runs are solo or shared with the one other local who happens to also run too much. We spend a lot of time in our heads, in quiet places, and we like it that way. We have this life by choice.
Over the past couple of months, we just haven’t felt much like sharing publicly. Not because there wasn’t anything to say, believe us there was plenty, but because not everything needs to be broadcast. Sometimes thoughts, goals, and dreams are best kept close. Letting them evolve quietly, without the noise of outside opinions or the pressure to make them into something.
That said, we do love to connect and create. Substack still feels like the best place to do that. It’s slower, more thoughtful, and more genuine. So we’re not abandoning ship; we just had to step away long enough to remember why we’re here. We want this space to feel more like a campfire chat than a content feed.
We’re back home now after many, many weeks abroad in France and Spain. It was an incredible stretch, inspiring, humbling, full of croissants and lots of vert, but we’re so grateful to be back. There’s something magical about returning to your own space, your own rhythm, your own coffee mug. The trip reminded us just how much we love where we live and train. It stretched us, reminded us why we chose this life, and gave us new appreciation for the ordinary…the trails we sometimes complain about, the quiet mornings, the familiar faces at the coffee shop and post office. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder (and maybe a little less dramatic about the weather).
So, here we are…back home, recharged, and ready to reconnect. The timing feels perfect, too. Fall is here: the mornings are crisp, the colors are turning, and the sun feels like it’s doing its best impression of a hug. It’s a good time to reflect, reset, and shed what’s not serving us, just like the aspen trees.
Over the next few weeks, we’ll be unpacking some of the small shifts we’re making…habits, nutrition, training, mindset and maybe some others. Nothing monumental, just the kind of quiet changes that might made a difference over time.
Stick around if that sounds like your kind of thing.
Here’s to the season of letting go (of some stuff) and leaning in.
Enjoy your week ahead!




Love the campfire chat analogy! Reminds me of my recent post about the Mt. Taylor 50k. I told people I know here in Las Cruces about the experience but didn't feel comfortable putting it on Facebook or even a free post to my gazillion free subscribers ( 30 something!).
Whoops. I’m headed off from Vermont on Tuesday to crew and pace the Moab 240, then a quick turnaround of one day before heading to Spain for a bike trip. All things I am excited about, but I’m also a homebody and already miss my dog, my house, my routine and I haven’t even left. I suppose we are lucky that we live in a place we look forward to coming home to!