When I was younger I don’t think that I would have ever said that I would be an ultra runner. My parents ran and I ran, but it was nothing serious. Far from a passion, that I remember.
I don’t know the exact moment that I decided to do my first 50K it seems like a long time ago. All I really remember is wanting to do another one.
But now after doing a couple ultras I find myself thinking. 100 miles? I don’t know if I can, but I think I would like to try. I mean I didn’t know if I could run 30 and I did.
Wasatch 100 dreaming It’s a lottery. I probably won’t get it. But I should apply. I mean, what if.
Working to be the best version of myself, one day at a time.