"Each day the racers ran the equivalent of nearly two marathons. Some stages stretched far longer. "These are hellacious distances on fresh legs — in our weary state, they are really daunting," he wrote about a 60-mile day in a blog he kept during the race. For Secker, who struck a conservative pace of 12-minute miles to thwart injury, that meant 13 hours of running.
He ran along buzzing highways and sleepy lanes, past fields of wildflowers and desolate fjords, through tunnels and over bridges. He ran in blazing heat, torrential rain, brutal headwinds and biting sleet and snow, stopping every 10K for food and water.
He crossed mountains, too. "Imagine running for 15 miles, then spending 3 hours at the gym on a stair stepper, then running another 15 miles," he wrote.
He cut the toe boxes out of his shoes to prevent blisters (he still got them) and sliced his socks lengthwise to ease pressure on his feet. At one point he developed an unconscious list to one side. Toward the end, his feet had puffed up an entire size, his ankles and calves morphing into what he dubbed "cankles."