Grand Canyon Rim to Rim

After Harry & Bruce's death-defying trip last year, I jumped at the chance to experience a 24-mile rim-to-rim run myself.

A brief executive summary:


We started about an hour before this, 5:30 AM, running by the light of headlamps.


The trail stretched out before us, like a snake flattened by a car and smooshed onto the side of a limestone canyon stained red from the soil washing down from higher layers blood of patriots.



"What I learned in [the] Boston [Marathon]," Harry said, "Is to fart at every break is that unflattering photos can be twisted around by jerks with internets."






































Not as picturesque as one would expect.


I forgot not to stick a knife in my left knee the night before the race. Significant knee pain the whole day. I am leaning against the rock because I couldn't stand very well on my left and I favored my right leg so much during the day that by this time (with only ~2500 vertical feet to the top) it was close to cramping. Seriously, I would expect that the knees of a computer-bound analyst would be better conditioned than this...


Liz gesturing the international sign for I would rather head back the other direction.

8 hours and 40 minutes later.