I just got my backside whooped — no destroyed – today by Lower Wolf Jaw Mountain (in the Adirondacks). I couldn’t finish it. First time in my life I succumbed to a mountain I set out to hike.

So why am I looking so triumphant and what does this have to do with the Race Against Gun Violence?

My failure today was a lesson in humility and being grateful for what I CAN do, even if I can’t do everything.

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