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10 Reasons I Can Run 100 Miles: Reason #10

Well I'm already on my way to Bryce (writing this from my phone) so it's too late to back out now. Not sure I really need a reason 10. Not to say that I'm not nervous, I've been using a lot of essential oils today to help with that.

Hmmm.

Reason #10: True Colors

You know, that bad sappy song that Glee covered and they all wore plain colored shirts and sat on stools like they were a boy band like 98 degrees or Boyz to Men or something cool. Yes, I'm a gleek. But so is my husband. Deal with it.

Running a 100 has been a goal of mine since before I even knew ultras existed. I biked the white rim and thought, wow, it'd be incredible to be physically able to run this. Well, now I'm physically able. I've got the most stellar crew team and a fantastic venue. Lets do this!

Oh, and speaking of true colors... This is how I run when no one is looking:
(See vid. This trumps Piderman or Julian Smith or Rollerblades for Xmas):


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