One-hundred miles.  As my friend Byron liked to repeatedly point out, that’s like running from Boulder to Colorado Springs.  I’m not sure what inspired me to give running 100 miles a go, but when Anthony decided to go back to school, I decided it was perfect time to go for it!  It is still mind blowing to me, that so many people want to run 100 miles that most of these races have a lottery.  So in December, I threw my name in the hat for the Wasatch Front and crossed my fingers.  Nine months and 1,873 miles later, I found myself waiting in line for the bathroom about to miss the start of the hardest race of my life.  Continue reading 100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 1) →