It has been almost three weeks since I finished my first 100 mile run. The first time I tried to run 100 miles I failed due to excruciating, unrelenting leg cramps. I dropped out of that race at 59 miles but suffered from 42 on. It was easy to put my thoughts in writing when I got home from Angeles Crest in 2003. Depression, anger, frustration and disappointment are good fuel for expressing a person’s views and reflections. After Western States I crossed the finish line I experienced relief, redemption and a sense of wonder as to how did I just do that and not collapse when it was over. I walked away with a smile on my face looking for the sun to rise and thinking, “I might just do this again.”
Look for occasional posts about new trail experiences around the 54 States and Territories. I recently accepted a position as an active duty National Guard member of a traveling inspection team which is affording me the opportunity to see different parts of the United States on a weekly basis.