I passed the elite American miler Garrett Heath the other day. Me and Jordy. Just ran right by him on county road 9. He was going the other way, but still, it made me feel fast just being in his presence. He waved at me, presumably passing the metaphorical baton on to me. I will be a champion this year.

But for reals. I have a cousin who lives in MI and would probably be willing to house us for the Hell, MI Dances with Dirt. They live ~1hr away. Its September 24th. They have a hot tub and a cool old house. Think about it.