So I am now sitting home after completing my 24 hour race. Running for a 1,440 minutes without sleeping makes you really question what you are doing. At about 3:30 in the morning after already running for 15 and 1/2 hrs, I remember asking myself " Why are you really doing this? Is this for any particular reason?" That seems to be the main question that arises when talking about these ultra-distance events. I think the answer can only come after finishing and completing your goal. Wendy paced me for mile 48-60 and then at the end for the last 7 miles. If Wendy hadn't been there I can guarantee that I would not have reached my goal of 100 miles. We came across the the finish line with 10 minutes to spare at 23 hrs and 50 minutes. I can honestly say it was the hardest physical thing I have ever done. And it was totally worth it.

 THIS PICTURE WAS TAKING BEFORE THE RACE AND IS MOST LIKELY THE REASON I'M SMILING BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA THE PAIN THAT IS ABOUT TO BE IN MY LIFE.

 HERE I AM SLOGGING IT OUT I THINK WENDY TOOK THIS WITHIN THE LAST 10 MILES OR SO. I AM RIGHT NOW CONTEMPLATING LAYING DOWN IN THAT PUDDLE AND DYING.

 RIGHT AFTER THE LAST MILE I LAID DOWN AND DID NOT WANT TO GET UP.

THIS WAS MY FAVORITE BATTLE WOUND FROM THE RACE. MY PINKIE TOE LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE CUT IT OPEN WITH A KNIFE.