What It Feels Like… To Win an Ultramarathon

0 miles / -282 feet elevation / 10:00 A.M. It starts at Badwater, California, the lowest point in North America. You see the shimmering heat waves going across the horizon. The pavement is really the only sign of civilization. I don’t get nervous, but the idea that I’m running 135 miles today — there’s that not knowing what lies ahead. I’m wearing all white and, believe it or not, pants. They’re a lightweight microfiber. I also wear an ice bandanna — I’ve got ice on my hat. It was about 100 degrees.

And don’t miss the other side of the story: What It Feels Like… To Come in Second Place (Twice), by Ferg Hawke.

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