One thing can be found at the foundation of all that I have accomplished over the past 8 months or so, going from overweight and out of shape to a finely tuned (newbie) runner on his way to his first ultra. What is that one thing you might ask? The support of Rachel, my beautiful and lovely wife.
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Rachel and me at the finish line of the Rocky Raccoon 25k—she volunteered at the start/finish line |
It takes a lot of commitment to live and love a person who (1) radically changes his diet in ways that have not always been palatable and (2) spends a good tons of time running or studying (I'm also a PhD student)—especially with my long runs on Saturday, which is otherwise dedicated to time together.
Though she is not herself a runner, she still shares my excitement and supports the totally insane idea of me running for 31 or 50 or 60 or 100(+) miles at one time. I couldn't do this without her by my side, nor would I want to.
So, here's to you, my love. Thanks for all of your support. I hope that this year will find you enjoying your dreams to the hilt—and that my support is felt every step of the way.