hard and dirty and hot. and probably the hardest thing i have ever done in my life. it wasn't the physicallity of the running, that part was almost easy in some regards. it was the driving, the food, the water, the demanding schedule, the dirt, the dust, the thin air, the complete exhaustion, the heat, the pain, the blisters, the uphills the downhills, the snakes, the skunks the goats and deer, the being passed and the passing of gas. the crying the rejoicing, the sleeping on the gym floor, the barfing. the porta potties filling to the brim. the sweaty socks, the melty chocolate. the blown out knee and i.v., the slapping the bracelet on the next runner and wishing you were really done. crossing the finish line and then signing up to do it again next year.
my mom called me crazy. i just might be.