I had not planned on running Highlands Sky this year. I had had also not planned on dropping at the MMT 100. After the disappointment of DNF-ing at MMT, I needed a new goal. I needed redemption. I have to be honest. Deep down I was starting to wonder if I was
washed-up past my prime as an ultrarunner. The last good (or decent) race that I had run was in 2010. It took longer than I hoped to be physically normal after the AT; and even longer mentally. I feared that possibly I had lost my edge. Running long, slow efforts requires a different mindset in comparison to true all-out racing. The extreme efforts had been traded for more benign executions. Had I forgotten how to suffer?