27/02/2026
Black Canyon Ultra 100K
This one was different.
On paper, the goal was simple: sub-17 hours for the Western States lottery ticket.
But the real battle wasn’t the clock.
The first three hours were heavy. Not physically. Mentally. I kept asking myself, why am I here? Do I still want this? Is this worth it?
Those questions felt louder than the desert.
Without crew this year, aid stations felt lonely. Mixing bottles, figuring out fuel, standing there longer than I should have. It added time, yes. But more than that, it added doubt.
Even though I was in better shape than last year. Even with the ongoing herniated disc. Even knowing I had done this before.
My ankles and heels hurt early. The halfway point felt like it would never arrive. The mind kept drifting toward comfort.
At some point I realized I wasn’t fighting the course. I was fighting myself.
So I shifted.
I stopped asking why and started asking, what if I just stay in it? What if I just keep moving forward?
Around mile 43 something cracked open. A quiet surge. Not hype. Not adrenaline. Just resolve.
The final hours were intentional. Every step mattered. I knew the margin would be small.
16:57:01.
Two minutes and fifty-nine seconds under the cutoff.
Close enough to feel fragile. Close enough to matter.
The rocks took my toenails again. The desert humbled me again. But I left proud.
Not because of the time.
Because I stayed.
Through the doubt.
Through the heat.
Through the questioning.
Sometimes the win isn’t dominance.
Sometimes it’s refusing to quit on yourself.
And yes… vegan chili still hits different after 100K.
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