Proof The Bible Is True

I was at a Native American reservation in California, two hours from the nearest big city. A desert landscape of scrub brush and rocky slopes extended in all directions.

 

I was here to run. And I was pretty intimidated.

 

It was November 2019, and I had just arrived at the Ragnar Los Coyotes trail relay race. The annual race is a grueling multiday relay through the rugged beauty of Los Coyotes Indian Reservation in San Diego County.

 

More than 200 runners were here, camped out in a small city of tents. I knew no one. Everyone looked way younger—and fitter—than I was.

 

My husband, Tom, thought I was nuts when I signed up.

 

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