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So, I’ve done the Cappadocia Ultra, 63 km, twice.
Hit the Uludağ Ultra for 30 km, again, twice.
Hit the Dağyenice Ultra for 35 km.
Right now, as I’m writing this down, I’ve been eyeing the Uludağ Ultra 66 km race for ages.
But… Why?
Am I nuts? Missing a few screws, maybe?
Well, could be. Anyway, welcome to another piece of my mind where I’m trying to figure out stuff and hopefully, you’ll get a kick out of it. No short, easy answers here, folks. I’m as clueless as anyone, but maybe, just maybe, I’ll stumble upon some truths as we go along. Not just one truth, though. Man, my mind is like a Vegas wedding chapel on Valentine’s Day — non-stop action and everyone’s invited. Where to even start? How about we dive into how I got into this whole running gig?
How have I Got into Running?
Honestly, we’re all kind of born to run, right? Think back to elementary school. Who didn’t sprint out into the yard the second recess started, turning a plastic bottle into an impromptu football, or swiping pencils and erasers from each other just for the thrill of the chase… Okay, maybe that’s going a bit philosophical. Not going that far back.
