Within a mile, I was among new friends. Everyone was chatting. Laughing. I looked around and remembered the family of the ultramarathon. These are my people. From that first mile, Ouray didn’t feel like “me versus you.” It was us against the mountain. Us against the weather. Us against our feelings and us against our fatigue. Each one of us won the race we were running. Not every victory is on the podium.
Articles by Julie Tertin
At 4 a.m., it was snowing in El Paso. I closed my eyes and tried not to think of the days ahead, but I felt at home back in these magical mountains with the crew from Trail Racing Over Texas. I was here with unfinished b...