The Cuyamaca 100k: To win the lottery, you have to have a ticket.
Sitting on an airplane bound for Phoenix with a final stop in San Diego, I was scared. I don’t normally feel this way before races, but perhaps having done a 100k just a few months earlier, the amount of pain that was coming was at the front of my mind. Additionally, the logistics of the weekend had me wondering if I was going to be in the right state of mind for 62 miles and 8800 feet of climbing in the high desert. Would I be able to keep putting one foot in front of the other once the sun had risen and fallen? I also worried about other challenges; Could I safely drive back to my Airbnb after the race or will I have to wait in my car for hours fearing the dangers of driving through intense pain and fatigue. It had also been a difficult week and semester in general. I spent the summer chasing ar...