I began to think I was in a time machine in which I aged a year with each mile, and the miles mirrored my imaginary age, so as we approached 70 I was morphing into an arthritic septuagenarian who needed to nap a lot.
This guest post is written by Jeff Kozak, an accomplished ultrarunner who trained and struggled mightily to reach the “Holy Grail of 100s”–the race where it all comes together. This is his bittersweet report of what happened to him while running the mountains between two towns in Southern Oregon.