Thirty-Four
Thursday, May 26
Mountains above Honolulu, O‘ahu
Eva sipped some water from her Camelbak as she stretched. She had the mouthpiece in her mouth under her mask. She waited off to the side in the dark with Sarah and Sol for the race to begin. They all wore headlamps and had taped up their ankles to prevent twisting them on the roots that plagued the trail they were about to run. The HURT 100, one of the most grueling ultramarathons in the world, would start soon. The number of entrants had been limited, but Sarah had managed to nab them three spots in the race.
Usually, the Hawaiian Ultra Running Team trail run would take place in January, but this year, due to the pandemic, it had been delayed until May. And since most of the qualifying races in the last year had been cancele
