Sometimes, the race is the least important part of a trip when traveling for an ultramarathon. Especially when it doesn’t happen.
By Michelle Barton ‘Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity to the human spirit as vital to our lives as water.’ – Edward Abby It is September of 2006 and I’m at work at the running store. My boss tells me, “ You HAVE to meet this woman, She is the REAL deal. She
Story and photos by Mark Shelton Cuyahoga Valley National Park November 15, 2014 Bookended by the first two snowstorms of the 2014 winter, the Sixth Annual Bills’ BadAss 50K (BBA50K) once again defied the odds. You could see the frustration on the faces of race directors and local ultra runners Wild Bill Wagner and Chef
A cool crisp clear New England fall morning greeted the runners who showed up for the fourteenth annual Stone Cat. The race was created in 2001 by Jeff (The Washman) Washburn. Wash did not show up this year to add another loop towards his quest for a finisher’s jacket. Maybe next year he will grace us with his presence.
I guess running the race you also direct is like having someone else make you a sandwich. Or like being a guest at your own dinner party. The food tastes better, the people seem more interesting, the presentation more inspiring.
Mother nature beat my swollen ego back into place and taught me that I am NOT, in fact, a superhuman. My body is breakable, although my spirit sure as hell ain’t.