A friend of mine is rounding the corner on her third trimester, expecting her first baby. I’ve known this woman for going on ten years now. I’ve followed her through slot canyons in Utah, I’ve watched her huge smile turn small as I stepped backwards off a rock in Central Oregon, rappelling to safe ground. And last summer she gave me a pinch on the butt as I ran the last quarter mile of Missoula marathon. “You’ve got this Savage!” she said.