Cocodona 250 Race Report

Cocodona 250 Report One aid station to the next. Nothing more. (Head to this page if you want to know how I trained for Cocodona) Somewhere between Schnebly and Munds Park, I looked up and saw a tree shaped like a dinosaur hugging an old lady. "That’s definitely not real," I told myself. Then I looked to my side. "But those little gremlins are." I was alone. It was the middle of the night, day two or three, I’d lost count. My eyes wouldn’t stay open. I’d tried lying down on the trail multiple...