
The Ultra Way - Ultra Running Magazine
I tried to get up, but Mark scolded me with a playful silence that seemed innately Australian. He moved smoothly through the aid station, quickly returning from the doting volunteers with some ice and salty snacks. I checked my watch: 2 hours. Chuckling, I shook my head in disbelief. I’d now been sitting at mile 35 for 2 hours. Runners still streamed by, but the frequency was slowing. The back of the race was now starting to drop me. Initially, it felt humiliating to see the number of runners pa...