New story form the Star Tribune:
It was around mile 76 of 106 that Steve Andersson decided he was done running. It was 2016, and he was three-fourths into the 171-kilometer Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc, best-known as UTMB, a race in the French Alps that is one of the largest and most-celebrated trail races in the world. But Andersson’s day had been rough. With temperatures in the 90s, the 33,000 feet of elevation gain (and loss) had taken a toll on his legs. The sweat had left him so chafed it felt like he was wearing sandpaper underwear.
So he called his wife, Carrie, to tell her he was struggling and might drop out. She said she would meet him at the next checkpoint, then drove two with their three children and waited.
“Watching people come in at that time,” she says. “It was just human carnage. The tent is full of people who are there, but they’re not there.”
When Andersson staggered into the aid station, he told her: “I’m done.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want you waking up tomorrow and second guessing this.”