After five or six years I started to question why I was doing ultra's- mostly while I was doing them. They were quite exhausting and actually painful for a day or two after the finish. They took a lot of time to train for and a lot of money goes into getting ready and being prepared. I was doing well. Regular ski marathons were too short- I didn't have enough speed to be good, but I'd always finish with plenty of energy. I was doing well enough that I had defined myself by my accomplishments and felt like I had to keep racing. Was it arrogance that was telling me that it would be a waste to stop using this ability I had? Or was I afraid to let go of how I was defining myself and that I would turn into a "once-was, has-been" storyteller of what I once was? My body took care of all that thinking for me. On a short hill-climb of a road bicycle race, I compromised my back and developed a herniated disc in my low back that presses into my spinal cor...