The trail grew rougher with larger rocks and potholes. My stomach was churning. My attitude was crashing. I started feeling like I was stuck in a nightmare of darkness, rocks, and nausea that would go on forever. My race was unraveling, and I seemed powerless to stop it.
I grew up being afraid of mountain lions, only it was never a problem living in Missouri. Now I was alone in the twilight, deep in mountain lion territory. What was I going to do?
“Does anything look familiar?” Aaron kept asking me. On the way out it had been daylight. I had been traveling in the opposite direction, following the flagging and the runners ahead of me. No, nothing looked familiar. We were lost.
It wasn’t enough that I studied the course and the rules and that I trained hard. There was one more thing I needed to successfully finish this race—a good crew.
Just like sports such as baseball, soccer, and even ultramarathon races have rules that must be followed to successfully participate and win, so life has rules for successful completion, too.