Bear 100 Race Recap

The morning was muggy, strange for Utah in late September. The air was filled with nervous anticipation and excited chatter. We congregated in a crowd, there was no real “starting line,” and then we all began to run. I waved goodbye to my father, who was to be my crew chief, my friend Eva, who had flown all the way out with me to pace me, and my mother, who promised to be at the start and the finish but was not interested in seeing any of the blood, sweat and tears in between.