“As the kilometers ticked by, numbers started playing games in my head. If we were about seven miles from the finish with an hour and 20 minutes to go before the seven-hour mark, could we finish? While seven miles in an 80-minute period sounds like plenty of time when running a relatively smooth trail, the Juan de Fuca is an entirely different beast. The trail only seemed to get worse, with constant elevation changes and all matters of material strewn across our path: rotten planks, slippery stairs, mud pits, stream crossings, broken logs, and more bear scat. I was on a mission…”

Read more about the run here on the rabbit blog!

 


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