Ok, now that we all have a grasp of how unglamorous pacing truly is (travel on your own dime, taking time off work, telling a grown person when to eat, often moving at a pace that makes you feel as though time is actually going backwards, and watching your runner cross the line to loud applause, hugs, medal, buckle, and other accolades while you stand alone off to the side, soup broth stains on your shirt, picking burrs out of your socks, and wondering where you can get a beer at 4 o'clock in the morning), we can now look at a case study in the form of one's pacing duties at Western States 100 from last weekend.
Footfeathers: How to be an Ultra Pacer - Part 3 "Case Study"
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