Finish Line

A new ultra of sorts

July, 2011. Ninety miles into my Badwater double (exactly one third of the way through), my friend and crew member Ed dressed in his favorite outfit and blowing bubbles. It was about 110 degrees outside at 5000 feet elevation, nice and comfortable by those days standards.

Every finish line is the start of the next ultra.

I used to say that all the time.…