I got passed by a guy who had to be in his seventies.
I was early on in my ultramarathoning journey. I'd trained for months. And at mile 18, this man shuffled past me like I was standing still. His form was efficient, his breathing steady. Mine was neither of those things.
My ego wanted to speed up. To prove something. To at least keep pace with a guy who probably had grandkids my age. Instead, I watched him disappear up the course while I kept plodding along at my own struggling pace.Woof. That was a blow to my ego.




















