“At least it’s not Death Valley.”
Badwater has been on my mind lately. I recently watched Running On the Sun, a documentary about the 1999 running of the Badwater Ultramarathon. Coincidentally, I am also currently reading To the Edge by Kirk Johnson, a memoir about a New York Times journalist’s own attempt at running Badwater (which strangely enough takes place the same year that the documentary was filmed). And, of course, this year’s race took place just a couple of weeks ago.
For those of you that don’t know, Badwater is an ultramarathon of epic proportions. 135 miles through the hottest place on earth, in the middle of summer, from the lowest of low points in the Valley to the highest of highs at Mt Whitney, it is an endurance run of legend.
All of this focus on Badwater has seriously given me a whole new outlook on summer running. When I’m out for a few good miles in 90 degree heat and glaring sun, with sweat dripping, skin sizzling, and hot air cycling through my lungs, I just tell myself, “At least it’s not Death Valley.”
It has a way of putting things into perspective.