It was a sandy, humid mess, but it’s done. Coming here with friends and family has been an annual tradition, and so this FKT had nostalgia written all over it.
Big major shoutout to my one and only brother Cameron for accompanying me and being my rolling aid station every 4-6 miles. In order to do this solo you’d have to lug around enough food and water for 132 miles since you can only enter the park from the north end.
The pace wasn’t what I wanted but I’m overall pleased. I struggled with GI issues early on that got me off to a slow start.
I’m sunburned, sandy and tired but super happy I did it and it’s done.
I saw hundreds of crabs, trash, a raccoon and a few fishermen. Believe it or not, not one person asked me why I was running alone on a deserted barrier island by myself in the middle of the night.