The sun was shining in beautiful Moab, UT last weekend and we were race groupies once again. It was the first time since we moved back and it felt good to be going through the familiar paces: picking up race packets, pinning numbers on, squeezing to the front of the finish line for that high five.  We spent a three day weekend almost entirely outside, soaking in the canyon lands and shooting a crazy number of frames.  I felt very like myself again by the end.