The mountains were empty this year.
And in a year of having our goals and ambitions set aside, those barren slopes felt even starker. This year there were no ascents. No red bibs. And no red hats. The moments we visualized over and over again while training in the dark, in the cold, when nobody is watching. Those once vivid pictures have faded, for now.
We will be back. Headlamp on. Our gaze directed upwards to the summit. Anticipating our collective journey ahead. We will climb side by side. One step at a time. One breath at a time. Until 29029 becomes visible. No longer will the mountains be empty. The blood, sweat, and tears of our community paint a perfect picture of resilience, sacrifice, and human achievement.
The mountains are empty this year, But our spirit is not.
We take pause, and we wait. If 2020 has taught us anything, it is that we can only control what is controllable. In a year that feels like everything has been taken away, there is a gift. The gift of community and of the promise of moments we will share together. Where you will grow stronger as a result of the energy that surrounds you. An energy that permits you to do more than you thought you could. And a renewed belief in the human spirit which has never been on greater display.
If you've ever been on top of Stratton Mountain as the sun goes down on Day 2, or in Utah or Idaho as the afternoon heat fades into a cooling mountain breeze, you'll know what I mean.
There is no greater place to be.
The humanity, compassion, and gratitude for this shared experience create an electricity that cannot be replicated. If we could bottle these emotions, it would be the most potent elixir known to humankind. There is something magical about the 29029 experience. It is life-changing for many. And every journey weaves a unique tale, a tale that lives on the mountain and in our hearts and minds.
So if you listen closely enough, you can hear the stories, as the wind blows over the grass, and in the trees, you hear the whispers of what is possible.
We will climb together again. We will brand the ascent board and stand on the summit. We will celebrate every story, every red bib donned, every finisher hat worn. It will all hold so much more meaning than we ever thought it could.
Until then, the mountains are waiting for your 29029 story to unfold.