DONE AND DUSTED IN THE DESERT
Charging down the hill, I crossed the road and headed into the finish line. I saw a few people milling about and as I finished, I yelled, “Done!” just to make sure they knew I was, well, done.
his was my second year running a Grandmaster Ultra. Last year, I did the 100-miler and really enjoyed myself. There is something special about going to the desert in February. Always searching for new challenges, I had decided to run
