I found myself in Camp John Hay last July 2010 and decided I would run the trails there. So I set out alone before sunrise and was greeted by the early morning fog, the crisp, fresh air and the steep, root strewn network of endlessly twisting singletrack. In no time flat, I was lost. And in my abject despair, did what any person lost in a forest (before breakfast) would do: I took a picture of myself in the name of social media.

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