The Sand Hollow Marathon a few weeks ago was particularly special to me for a few reasons:
1) It was on my home turf.
2) With the mess of the real world, I helped prove to myself that I can persevere and triumph despite difficult circumstances.
3) It was the conclusion of my first 50 mile run.
I was so tired that it felt like I had been huffing Benadryl and my legs felt like spaghetti with marinara sauce but I still managed to find the energy to get some jumps in. (Maybe the race director spiked the Gatorade????) It was awesome that race photographers captured the jumps so perfectly. These were definitely some pictures worth purchasing:
I was pleasantly surprised that I was still able to jump across the finish line after running 50 miles: