“It’s around 9pm Tuesday night. It’s been dark for several hours but the temperatures haven’t dropped that much. Not like last night. It will get colder in the hours before dawn and even though it won’t be as cold as last night it will feel worse on my tired body. But right now, as I’m moving along at a decent pace (i.e., a little over 3 mph), checking out the wolf tracks along the edge of the trail, and enjoying the starry night, chewing some frozen PROBAR bolts, life is pretty good… Oh shit! The package drops to the ground and I put my gloved hand out and deposit the glob onto it. It can’t be. It is. My nice shiny crown. In that moment I know I’ll finish this race. After all, who doesn’t love a good war story . . . .” (Continue Story at Her Site) Don’t be a Pulk! Read “The 300-Mile Man: Roberto Marron Doubles Tuscobia’s Winter Ultras”

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