But today, I found myself chasing the cutoff-the time when race management closes the course and doesn’t let you proceed. I’d run this race 14 times before, won it twice, and once held the course record. My quads were blown (I’d resorted to hiking five miles earlier just to get this point), my stomach had shut down before that, and I still had a half-marathon distance to cover with the steep climb up over the rim.
Too bad I was supposed to be running, not sprawled out 37 miles into this rugged mountain trail ultramarathon, the Zane Grey Highline Trail 50 Mile.
Lying in the grass, I stared up though the pine branches at the white, pink, and red lined sandstone cliffs that make up the rugged Mogollon Rim, a 200-mile long 1,500 foot high escarpment that winds its way through the heart of Arizona.
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