“I wasn’t truly a genuine trail ultrarunner until March 7, 1992, at the Wild Oak 50, near Harrisonberg, Virginia. It was a rainy day and simultaneously, while I was piddling on the run, chewing on an energy bar and washing it down with Mountain Dew, my nose was dripping and I farted. That was the ultimate defining moment in my trail running career, if not my entire life.” -Bob Boeder

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