My Next Fastest Known Time Attempt is a week away! But what is it?

When thinking about how I felt when I first started these types of adventures on the trails, my passion hasn’t changed. If anything, the fire in me burns stronger and shines brighter. You would think I’m crazy for putting myself through so many miles with very little sleep. But there is beauty in this type of suffering and I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Truth be told, I freaking love it. There is something so pure and simple as to just being out here. Just one foot in front of the other. Hoping and praying all my planning and preparations have paid off. Hoping that when things go awry, I will have the mentality and strength to adapt and overcome. Hoping that my mind, body and soul will allow me to push itself to its limits. In nature I feel at peace. It is my happy place. I enjoy the struggle. The highs, the lows, the good, the bad and the smelly. It’s a battle within and my mind drifts to a million places; my family, friends, childhood, dreams, goals, trials, tribulations and the list goes on. I’m looking forward to hiking through Oregon in a direction I have never traveled. I’m looking forward to sharing the trail with so many like minded people all pushing their own limits. Each with their own battles and reasons.

Happy Trails,

Fly’s High