This comment shows the importance of commas.
I assure you that I do. Except at some points during longer races.
I am certainly not good at it. I can just do it badly for a long time...
I do own the speed record for the distance between my living room and the shitter.
I am an ornithologist, and I agree with you.
Ummm. Interview. Bad. Head. Hurt.
Yeah... I'm kinda hoping that won't happen, myself. There will be a major earthquake here at some point, though. Likely sooner than later.
I used to go up there at least twice a year when I lived in Ohio. It contains the southernmost extent of boreal forest in North America. Very beautiful area.
All sports-related disdain for that state aside, I love the Upper Peninsula. I love a lot of things in that state, actually, that don't have the words "University" in them or are at least 100 miles from Detroit. That said, I've traveled across this great country a lot, and anyone listing Michigan as number one in that list is at best not being objective, and at worst an absolute idiot.
I live in LA. The smog problem isn't here. It's either in the Inland Empire or over the ocean, depending on which way the wind is blowing.
And he'll make enough money to buy a mansion.
I own a three bedroom house in the hills in Mt. Washington. I wish it were valued at 1 million dollars.
The race had 87 finishers out of 193 starters, which is an extraordinarily low finish rate.
It definitely is. Unfortunately, the idyllic nature of the covered bridge/dam area was tempered considerably by firefighters dragging the water searching for the bodies of kids that drowned the evening before.
The biggest reason I wanted to come back here to run this race was because my parents used to take us to Mohican often when we were children, and my awe of it was a major contributor to me becoming a biologist and an outdoorsman. My mom knows the trails well, and admitted after the race that she was scared about me being out there.
You are doing well. Nobody would call ultras normal. Not even ultrarunners.
The trail conditions on loop 3 were so bad, I wouldn't have hiked on it with fresh legs.
That was almost certainly Dean Karnazes, who somehow gets all the press and TV appearances despite not being the best ultrarunner out there.
Ha! I wanted to drop at the aid station before the one I ended up dropping at. My wife was crewing me, and she did what she was supposed to do: tried to set me straight and wouldn't let me drop. The next station after that was remote and had no crew access, and I knew the whole time I was running to there that I was going to drop there as my crew couldn't stop me. I had the aid station officials cut off my medical bracelet the minute I walked in. The problem was, I was deep in the mountains and my wife was waiting for me at the next station past that. She had no idea what was happening. I couldn't get a ride out of the remote station until about midnight.
I invariably fantasize about beer and steak at some point in a race. In long races, however, my stomach can sometimes get really bad and I'll have a hard time keeping down anything at the finish.
I've had a tough go training. I've had knee issues since I was a kid when I used to be a catcher. Never imagined I could run distances like this. This year, my left knee has bothered me a lot and I haven't trained as much as I should, maybe averaging 40 to 50 miles per week. Through determination, if the knee doesn't get too painful, I am in good enough shape to do it. It will just be really hard.
I do it for the post-run beer.
I have a 2012 automatic. I prefer manuals, but they are the worst in stop and go traffic, which is something I see now and then in Los Angeles.