Flatland Ultra: Journeys across the plains and beyond

In the weeks following my first 100 miler I've run through the normal post ultra hangover problems: Weird sleep patterns, temporary bi-polar disorder, sore bones, and some mild(very mild) depression like feelings. Knowing that this was coming is all part of the deal, the pact you have to make with your wife, kids, cat, dog, bearded lizard or whomever your malcontent is likely to affect. It's time to make amends and apologize because the time nigh for clearing the schedule for 2017 racing season! "The fish don't ask what the water is, they just swim." -Hondo Crouch Ultra running reminds me of a lot characters real, fictitious, and possibly hallucinated, today I'm thinking about Hondo. Hondo Crouch was a famous character around the hill country of Texas but his notoriety rose to a crescendo following the release of the song Luckenbach, Texas alternatively delivered by Waylon and Willie and most of the other bastions of Texas' strong outlaw country...

This is my first blog, I read plenty of them so this should be a exercise in subtle plagiarism right? I am not David Foster Wallace by any stretch of the imagination, but if you think I am, feel free to get in touch with me and sign me to a big literary deal and pay me a large advance. PS: I'm going to end sentences with prepositions, deal with it! Tahoe, first off one of the most incredible places I have ever been, the views, the people, the mountains, the personality of the whole place beams with adventure. It's adventure in its most elemental form. We flew into Reno from San Diego after being there for a week(Altitude training philosophy: train low, race high, check the results...) Geographically, Lubbock is very similar to Reno, San Diego, Tahoe ect.... in that it is on planet Earth, this is where the similarity ends. The Sierras loomed in the west like sentinels, guarding the richness beyond their peaks. It was amazing and unlike anything I had witnessed before, it w...