If you happen to live south of the 49th parallel, it's a 31 mile run. It took me 5 hours, 45 minutes.
Last year I did the 25K there, and had such a good time I wanted to do the 50k. It's a beautiful park -- here's the view as I pulled into the parking lot:
It was a tough run -- I was feeling really worn out even before the race. However, by mile 20, I was feeling pretty bad-assed. That is, until I overheard two ultra vets chatting about their 100-mile, 24-hour runs. One laughed to the other self-deprecatingly, "But you know, the only skill needed in this sport is not stopping." Hmm, touché.
I took my time. It was hard to been on my feet for so long. However, I was able to pace myself enough to have kick left for the last mile and to finish with a smile on my face. It occurred to me that we should be so lucky with any of our endeavors.
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Dude. That's really all I can say. Dude.
By "two ultra vets" do you mean old folks? Congrats! That's awesome.
You da man!!! Nice job, Bman.
wow, that is truly impressive. well done, sir.
We are speechless....wow!!!!
Wow! Our brains hurt just thinking about it. Congratulations man.
Awsome Brian...I shared this info with Sara and Laura! Congrats on becoming an uncle!
good god man. congrats on being awesomely insane.
WOW brian. HOLY CRAP. Mad props!!!!!
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