Today I am grateful to be alive. Two years ago I received a diagnosis that rocked my world. I never thought at the time I would be able to run another marathon and spend a summer leading hikes in Rocky Mountain National Park. I am grateful beyond words. And today I was able to celebrate by climbing my favorite mountain, Mt Audubon, on a warm, Indian Summer day. Shorts and a T-shirt at 13,000 feet in late September? The sky is a color blue that only arrives at the end of the summer. The angle of the sun bestows a golden glow on every last plant that has any remaining foliage. Shallow streams are glistening like they never did during the summer rush.
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