- People cheering and cowbelling a random dog that happened to trot down the finish chute.
- Getting asked how I was doing as I was passed around mile 40+ and replying “Tip-top!”.
- Realizing that it was totally true.
- Also realizing that morning that this would be five (5) ultramarathons in five (5) months. (For context, up until November 2015, the longest race I’d ever run was a 10-miler, and that was one of my ‘long’ runs.)
- The wolflike howling that filled the valley at about mile 49.9 and stopped the second I threw up a quick Rocky pose at 50.0.
- Not getting any weird looks when asking the lady manning the grub table to, quote, “Nutella up these Oreos”…
- … not even when I went back for seconds. So delicious.
- Reading in the paper the next day about the local 10 Miler and the “seemingly endless straightaway along Main Street, from mile 7.4 to mile 8.1″…
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