Back in April, I completed a 100-mile trail race in western Utah called the Salt Flats Endurance Run 100. Basically, you had to run, walk, and/stumble for 100 miles (160 kilometers) in the western desert of Utah. It was cold and windy, especially during the darkest parts of the night when your body just wanted to curl up in a ball next to the fire at the aid stations and drift into oblivion.
Participating in the race was a highlight of the year, but it was also an experience that made constantly question my ability throughout. I could constantly hear a voice inside subtly whispering in my ear to just call it quits, and beating back that relentless impulse----telling the voice to just shut up----was at times almost impossible because I was exhausted to the point of almost falling asleep on my feet.
Here is a short video of the race. I didn't get video at the lowest, most emotionally-draining, moments during the event, but it will give you a small snapshot of what it can be like to push yourself almost to the breaking point. Fortunately, my wife, Shirley, and daughter, Emily, were there at the end to cheer me on. I wouldn't have been able to drive myself back home that same day without them.
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