Tomorrow morning a whole lot of fun begins. I leave for the blue skies and cooler temperatures of Vail, Colorado. Not a moment too soon, too, because the heat wave we’re under at the moment in Washington D.C. is intense. The same questions that have been on my mind over the past few weeks remain. Dating back to the inaugural Leadville Trail 100 race year, in 1983, has a runner from outside of Colorado, other than a Tarahumaran, ever won the race? Much less a runner who lives and trains at sea level? I know a woman has. What about a male runner? Could such a runner win? Over the course of the next four weeks, as my lungs adapt to the thin air of the Rockies and my grin widens with each morning greeting of the mountains at first light, these questions will remain at the forefront of my mind. Stuck there. Like a plunger, haulted mid churn in the butter.