The Bighorn 100-mile Trail Run is billed as being wild and scenic.  The scenic part is well understood, with its vistas, meadows, wildflowers, and rivers.  The wild part is harder to explain because every year I have run the race, the course conditions have been wild in different ways with its heat, cold, mud, snow and swamps.  The unpredictability of the race is a masochist draw to me.   I returned to face the course for the 5th year in row.

Last year, the course ate me up, spit me out in a heap, and I mentally quit the race twice before changing my mind.  I limped into the finish in 33:21.   This year I had determined revenge against the course.  I knew better than to boast, for fear the course would lash out and humble me, but I wanted to respect and conquer it this year.  My mistakes last year were using poorly fitting shoes and becoming badly dehydrated twice. I solved the shoe problem and I vowed to not become dehydrated this year.

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