This one is going to take a while to process, soak in, and appreciate. It was far from pretty, but I got it done. I felt a lot, but I don’t know if I truly felt it all—yet, at least. I’m still feeling more and more, processing through it. I cried a few tears at the finish, but not my normal Niagara Falls. I laughed and cracked jokes. I built a positive energy cycle with everyone I could out there. I was consumed by pain, but not overtaken by it. I helped others and I helped myself. I smiled and the world smiled with me. Through the race, lots of folks obviously asked me how things were going. Frankly, it was ugly and at some points I admitted out loud it was probably my worst 100-miler ever (read: yet 🤣). But I just started replying “good enough” with a smile or a shrug to follow. I felt good enough to keep going and what my body allowed on the day was good enough to get it done. Not better than that, but hey, good enough for 100 miles is pretty damn good. I think my favorite part...