What follows is less of a race recap, and more of a manifesto for how I want to live the rest of my life. It's important to note that words cannot capture the magic of this experience. The 12 women, 6 racers and 6 crew, who became team #Birdstrike left a dent in the universe. Whether our mark was a now-open door for female teams to take on the unsanctioned 340 mile Speed Project, or an unbreakable bond connecting us all to each other and what happened that weekend in the desert. This recap may offer a glimpse of what we saw, felt, and made out there in those miles, but these are just a few pages from the book of that story.
Back in October, I was in a weird place of feeling single, feeling like I was getting old, and feeling slightly directionless. So, I got on Skype with my two of my best friends from college. We spent four years running, training, and racing together at Syracuse. It had been a while since we talked, but once we got on the phone, we didn’t skip a beat. After catching up for a while. We started talking big ideas about travel and seeing the world and things like that. The idea took off. We hadn't spent more than two days all together in over five years, so we decided a girls trip was needed.