To Pieces.

I’m sipping freshly filtered mountain stream water from my water bottle, huddled down on a damp rock beside a roaring, splashing, slick cascade. I’m at 11,000 ft an on early season hot summer day, surrounded by tall withering pine trees. The air feels fresher, cooler, delightful.

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Quagmires, aka Bighorn 52 Mile Race Recap

To begin, some thoughts:

There is a problem when you become immersed in the ultra running world: you read about 50Ks, 50 milers, then 100K’s, 100 milers, and more. The 100 milers start to feel like the hallmark of an ultra. A true Ultra. Once, when I told someone I ran ultras, he just assumed 100-milers. Never mind that “ultra” is short for “ultramarathon” which, you know, means anything MORE EXTRA THAN A MARATHON so you’d think I’d feel like an ultra runner after three 50K’s and a 28 mile mountain adventure, but no. No, the brain fails to find place and identity.

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