As the distance between me and the Vegas sign dwindled, I tried to take in all that I (and my exceptional crew) had accomplished. It was hard to process the experience in the moment. The journey had started nearly 7 months earlier. It wasn’t simply the nearly 85 hrs that we had been running or the few minutes we spent celebrating at the Vegas sign, but so much more than that….

On Wednesdays, we wear pink (and spend the whole day running on Powerline Road, experiencing ups and downs - literally and emotionally).

Tuesday was all about trusting my plan and trusting my crew. Both are easy to do most of the time but when you’re deep in the miles and short on sleep, it can feel harder. Tuesday also brought the first of many miles along a powerline, which was where the real adventures would begin.

Another priority we set before the race was FUN. Back in October, I wrote: “If we’re not having fun, what’s the point? I’d love to laugh/smile as much as possible during the race - although I can get a bit serious during races and will most definitely puke at some point (or multiple points).”

One of the priorities that I set in the early stages of planning was ‘Community: The people and the connections made are what I remember most from these races. I hope we’ll build memories and feel a real sense of community by the end of it.”

Turns out, it’s challenging to sum up an experience like breaking the Speed Project Solo record. I’ve spent the last week feeling proud, loved by my community, sad it’s over, and uncertain about what’s next. Just like during a 300 mile race, the feelings come in waves. One of the things I’ve been excited to do is recap the entire journey for myself and for everyone who is curious about what it’s like to take on 300 miles of running.

The unsurprising headline: running is a team sport, and I’ve got the best team.