Remember the Ultra Beast? Remember how I left Killington with a DNF (“did not finish” for all of you unfamiliar with crazy runner terminology)? A DNF that was so painfully close to being a finish, but it wasn’t, it was a DNF, no way around it. It haunted me. I swore I would exact revenge in 2013. I shouted from the rooftops (well, twitter at least) that even if they didn’t accept me into the Ultra Beast again, I would simply run two laps of the Beast. I had unfinished business, and I would not settle until redemption was obtained.
(FYI those who are new here, the Ultra Beast was a race that has only been held once before, advertised as a 26.2 mile Spartan Race with over 60 obstacles. Athletes had to apply and be accepted in order to race. Turned out to be much, much longer, and more grueling than any of us could have expected)
Thankfully, most (I won’t lie, not all) of those emotions are long gone.