When I finally did finish, at 1:05 am, my knees and elbows were crusted with blood, and my palms dotted with blood blisters from falling down, my skin pickled and covered in a sun rash, my ankles swollen red and hot, dirt everywhere, and my face completely flushed with fever. It was, after so many runs in my life, the first time I felt so deeply that I could not possibly have gone one extra step. So often people have commented upon seeing me after a 30 mile day that I look great, considering. I’ve always felt conflicted about that – sure it’s nice I can run that much and not look awful, but on the other hand, I want to look awful! I want to look like I’ve been through something. And finally, at 1 am on Friday morning, I looked like I had been through something. 23 hours, 110 degree heat, 8000 feet of elevation gain, all of it was written on my face, etched in my body. Finally, I looked like hell. And it felt great.
[It’s amazing anyone ever thinks of these things… let alone complete them.]