It was Saturday afternoon, somewhere around 25-27 hours after the start of the 100-miler. The finish line was full of energy and Levi, my 8-year-old, had gone missing. Again. This time, rather than scour the parking lo...
Articles by Jenny Baker
The call came late Saturday afternoon. The voice on the other end of the phone told me she’d been peeing blood for the past three hours and felt sick. I listened to the feeble voice and told her to go back to the last ai...
Nineteen-year-old Garrett Claunch from Gainesville, Florida, was the last to finish. Our sweepers met him at mile 84 and were convinced he wouldn’t make it. So were we. I told the sweepers to stick with him until he drop...