
Though we at
Run Junkie are not of the ultra-marathon world, we certainly feel immersed in it, running as we often do with many of the accomplished ultra-runners who live near our home base of Hailey, ID. Apart from the wildly long training sessions tossed of in conversation as modest runs, ultra-running really is a part of running set off from all the others. With small, often no, prize purses even for races that draw the world's best; finishing times where 4 hours is often short and 36 hours not uncommon; and elevations gains that make Heartbreak Hill look like a pitcher's mound; it is a sport that draws a unique set of devotees. As dedicated as any
Ironman triathlete but as relaxed as a snowboarder,
ultrarunners are just as likely to run a 150 mile week with 20,000 feet total
evaluation gain as they are to drain a keg of Anchor Steam. And this makes for a great community of folks.
Running Times' latest issue (July/Aug) had a nice piece by Rachel
Toor, which really captured the magic of the ultra scene, particularly from the female perspective. It's not available online (
RT is quite stingy), but if you have the chance to pick it up or borrow it, it's worth the read. One passage that really captures the ultra-life:
"I am particularly fond of the women I've met - and who have beaten me - at ultras. We're willing to drive long distances, camp out in primitive conditions, take a post-race bath in a freezing cold stream, pee, poop, and sometimes puke on the trail, and then hang out afterward drinking beer and eating cookies."
(Photo by P. C .Loadletter, used under Creative Commons)
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