Although at that moment I could just barely have run another step further, I began to dream about the potential of racing the 100 km, twice as far as I had ever run before. The North American 100-kilometer championships were to be held on October 4 that year in Chicago. National 100-kilometer record holder, which made me wonder if, just possibly, I had the potential to race well at long distances. But in the final half mile I had passed the then-current U.S. I had just run my first ultramarathon, a 50-kilometer race, a short race that barely qualifies as an ultramarathon. I had seen a fresh sign, and I had to give chase.
And we are inherently more like wolves than lapdogs, because the communal chase is part of our biological makeup.įor me, the glimpse of a new antelope on the horizon came in early May 1981. But why do we bother to try? I think it is because without dream- antelopes to chase we become what a lapdog is to a wolf. Most of us chase after antelopes, and sometimes we catch them. For me, the animal totem for these dreams is the antelope, swift, strong, and elusive. The human experience is populated with dreams and aspirations.
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