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.
Two hundred and sixty runners shuffled nervously in the half-light of dawn before the start of the inaugural Javadhu Hills Ultra (JHU) in a forest in Tamil Nadu, Southern India. It’s a remote location. The nearest city is five hours’ drive. The nearest town with any form of accommodation is 90 minutes away. Many camped overnight at the start line.
By Cherie Yanek The Burning Man Ultramarathon went from a blip with 32 finishers its first year to having 150 finishers its fifth year, 2014. As the news of an ultramarathon at one of the craziest, most awesome music/art/culture festivals spread, through videos, photos, and word of mouth, people from across the world signed up
by Daniel Straitiff January 3, 2015 was one of those Cleveland winter mornings were it seems that daylight may never come given heavy, gray threatening skies. Yet, in the damp darkness a hearty and dedicated band of road warriors gathered at South Mastick Picnic Area in the Cleveland Metroparks to embark on Cleveland West Roadrunner’s
by Nathan Holland I first ran Lookout Mountain 50 Mile race in 2012. It was the culmination of my first full year of trail and ultra races. I loved #LM50…Well, I hated and loved it because I hurt, like couldn’t hardly walk kind of hurt, for about three weeks after the race. That race taught