Driving two days to the cornfields of Nebraska to pound the highway as it unfolds across the heartland under an oppressive heatwave doesn’t exactly sound like a bucket list item.
But that’s what we found ourselves doing in early June, buzzing in the Subaru from the San Juan Mountains up through the tangled highways of Colorado’s Front Range, past vast and stinking feedlots to the eastern fringe of the state. In the car were the dog, the fiancé and myself, along with several pairs of running shoes, men’s size 11.
Kingston would need them for the endeavor he was about to attempt: running 166 miles from Wray, Colorado to Holdrege, Nebraska in six days. For those of you who glossed over that, that’s the equivalent of running a marathon, plus extra miles for good measure, for six days in a row.
Kingston sprung the run on me last summer. He…
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