By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was introduced to ultramarathoning by my older sister Britt. She was living in Boulder, Colo., and, per the seeming citywide requirement to be either a professional athlete or in pursuit of becoming one, got into extreme endurance. It was the middle of the 2010s, when the glamour of these events — day(s)-long, mountainous running competitions — was enhanced by the comparatively rudimentary ways in which they w…
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