Sean ran his first 100-miler. I am so proud. Here he is at mile 31:
I saw him at mile 58 but was crewing (getting him food, gear, and forgetting to make him change his socks) so I didn't take any pictures. I saw him again in the pitch dark about an hour later, around mile 62. He was running down US 9 in Virgin, Utah during a very short road portion of the race. I don't have a picture. Then I went to bed and he kept running.
The next morning I got up early to meet him at the finish line, but when I got there I learned that he hadn't gotten to the aid station at mile 88 yet, which was weird because he'd been hauling ass the day before. I decided to jog backwards on the course until I saw him. That was my first run in jeans. It was beautiful out, and the trails were nice and gentle. I was surrounded by the gorgeousity of the southern Utah desert. I jogged about three miles before I saw him walking down a steep mountain road:
He said he'd fractured his foot around mile 70 and had been walking ever since. We walked the rest together. Here he is at mile 99:
And at the finish with Maple in 28 hours, 51 minutes:
After he finished, he got to pick one of the handmade Zion100 belt buckles:
And now he looks like this: