I am runner 58:
PS: Its Tuesday night now and I am very tired. My lungs are sore- aftermath of 100 miles run in the LA smog, high country notwithstanding.
I am still finding myself thinking back on the race and what it felt like to run all day, feel like dying and not know how I was going o make it another 65 miles, be resurrected, run fast some more, then run all night, feeling so strong; and I feel this belly laugh rise up and I just laugh out loud and I tear up at the same time while I am laughing. Perhaps that sounds strange; but it was an amazing experience, and I feel like I experienced a bit of grace out there, running fast in the dark past precipices with nary a bad foot placement, it was magnificent.