I'm thinking of having the following printed on a t-shirt...

"I ran in the PCT 50K Trail Race and all I got was this lousy blister."

On second thought, that is a pretty gross thing to have on a t-shirt.

Trent and I were successful in our domination of the field at the PCT 50K Trail Race on Saturday. Literally, there was a field of grass at the beginning of the race that we totally sprinted through.

How do I feel about the fact that all but one of the people who were slower than me were over the age of 55? I feel okay. I'm just happy to say that I finished.

Trent did an awesome job and looked strong all the way to the finish line. Eric met us at the halfway point and provided some much-needed encouragement and supplies. Thanks Eric!

I'm pretty sure my ultramarathon days are through. I loved being outside, running on the trail through the old-growth forest, but I would have been fine stopping at mile 10.

And now for some sappyness (or is it sappiness?)...When you are on the move for a long time in the relative seclusion of the trail, you tend to have a lot of time to think about things. Deep things (what does it mean to be content?) and shallow things (what is that smell? Trent! Seriously! That is disgusting). And sometimes you get a little emotional...I was listening to Jack Johnson on my iPod and he sang "Life is easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms" and I pictured giving Stephanie and Henry a big hug when I got home and I felt really good for the next couple of miles. And then I smelled Trent again.