Dawn. It is 5:15 am and it is still a bit dark. It is overcast. The air is a bit warm and sticky predicting a humid day ahead. Outline of the surrounding hills are getting easier to make out as it gets lighter. Headlamp glow is warmly shinning on the ground. The waterfall is providing a nice background noise among the chatter of eager runners getting ready to take off for the 37th running of the Laurel Highlands Ultra.
"Oh, wow! Mt Tammany race is still not filled! I am going to sign up for it." I said those words to Amy, while browsing Facebook one evening. I have been wanting to do Mt. Tammany 10 for the last few years, but something was always in the way. This year was my time. Excitement initially, but what did I just signed up for?
