Oh, she’d ridden through all of the ups and downs they’d warned her about. Horror at the choices she’d made in burning her bridges in the Boise legal community. Wondering if she’d lost her mind to make this crazy choice in the first place. Depression that she was having a mid-life crisis before her thirtieth birthday—she’d always been an overachiever, but this one she could have done without.
But she’d also slowly regained some form of inner equilibrium, something she’d lost a long time ago. She’d taken to rising with the sun and going for fast hikes and eventually mountain runs before her nine a.m. spotter duties began. She’d been track-and-field in high school, especially the shorter distances. The fast, brutal sprint—the high adrenaline of both the challenge and the victory—had fit her
