eiger ultra race 101k recap i’ve spent the past few days trying to process my day in the mountains. it was something so special, i’m not even sure i can properly describe it or put it into words. the whole experience was nothing short of extraordinary. 23 precious hours i’ll cherish always; a day i will describe fondly to my kids and my grandkids when i’m older and not able to climb mountains anymore. when i signed up for this race, i knew it would be tough. but i couldn’t have ever fully comprehended how tough it would be. it took me 22 hours, 48 minutes, and 38 seconds to conquer 63 miles in the swiss alps. ann trason described running 100 miles as “life in a day.” i didn’t run 100 miles, but i did push my body to do hard things for a full day and i can say that she was right. i experienced moments of heartbreaking despair, like when i realized i was only halfway through at mile 30 and could not imagine grinding out 30 more miles up and down 4 more mountains. or when i stumbled and sat on someone’s front porch at midnight because i couldn’t imagine doing another climb. or when i broke down crying at 2 AM near the top of pfingstegg with 7 km more to go, emotionally and physically exhausted and not knowing how i could will myself to keep going. i saw moments of unconditional human kindness. like when a fellow runner gave me his hand to hold when my ankle buckled after climbing the faulhorn. or when an aid station volunteer came back with 5 pieces of watermelon when I just asked for 3 pieces. or the man who grabbed my phone after he saw i left it when i rested going up the faulhorn and carried it with him until he saw me again. or when my sister changed my dirty socks for me at the aid station in kleine scheidegg. or when she brushed my hair at 4 AM because my arms were too tired. i experienced many moments of joy so big i felt my heart might burst, like when the moon shone big and bright over the watterhorn and i could look down on hundreds of headlamps moving up the mountain behind me. or when i felt the sun warming my shoulders and the breeze on my face and admired the wildflowers blowing in the wind on a meadow near schnigye platte. or when my sister surprised me in the streets of wengen with a can of vanilla coke after 35 miles of relentless climbing and descending. or when i ran along the face of the eiger at midnight, with a calm and chilling breeze blowing over us and the lights of grindelwald sparkling below. or finally, when i made the final ascent into grindelwald and saw my sister at the top of the hill, when she ran with me the final 100 feet until i reached the finish line chute, when i turned the corner and ran down the ramp, when i crossed the finish line and broke down into tears in my husband’s arms.