Chasing the Light.

I was more than 18 hours into my run and slightly more than 92 miles closer to the finish line of the Arkansas Traveller 100 than when I started at 5 a.m. earlier that morning -- and I had to go to the bathroom. Bad. My stomach was blowing up. I didn't feel like eating or drinking or anything else. I just wanted to run those last eight miles and be done with my first hundred mile race. I stepped off the trail to handle my business, and my running partner took the opportunity to take a little break himself. As I readjusted my gear, unpacking and repacking the necessary equipment, I noticed a set of headlights not too far away from me. I thought it was strange that a car was way out here in the middle of the northern mountains of Arkansas -- but it wasn't any of my business. Kind of strange. Oh well. I had a race to keep running. When I rejoined my running partner, he asked if I had seen the mountain lion or bobcat that was slinking around in the bushes next to me. Let's talk about it >> http://edgy.es/fbgroup