I ARRIVED BACK AT CAMP ALLAMUCHY exhausted, sore, soaked in sweat, and with a stomachache. I’d endured several thousand feet of elevation gain, kicked approximately 17,000 rocks, and bushwhacked the last two miles up and down ridges, one flag at a time, one very careful step at a time. I was ready to call it …
Category: Ultramarathons
Smell My Wisdom!
The other day I was at Zingerman’s Bakehouse loading up on some treats. For those of you unfamiliar with the Zingerman’s family of businesses, I’ll just say they are an Ann Arbor institution, renowned for their high quality and service, with prices to match. As the counter guy was ringing me up, and I was …
No Gideon Bible This Year
No, I'm not going to explain the title. Consult the almighty G if you don't get it. I’ve been telling you about my training for next month’s Rocky Raccoon 100 trail race down in Huntsville, Texas, with my wife and me staying with her brother and his wife for a week or so. It seemed …
Lookout Mountain 50: Digging Deep
I pushed up Lookout Mountain, my hiking poles sticking into the damp trail. Somewhere up ahead (emphasis on “up”) was the top, and more importantly, the finish line. I was 51.5 miles into a 50-mile race (!), with, supposedly, just a touch longer to go. But I was still winding my way through dark singletrack, …
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