I’ve never run an ultramarathon. Never hallucinated in the desert, never eaten mashed potatoes at mile 90, never peeled off my own toenail like a souvenir. But I’ve read their stories obsessively—sometimes more than once—and highlighted them like sacred texts. It’s a strange thing to envy people who willingly suffer. But ultrarunners don’t just suffer—they choose to, over and over again. That kind of madness fascinated me before I could even jog five minutes without clutching my knees. And oddly enough, their stories gave me the strength …
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