I lay there on the pull-out couch too tired to move, too wired and twingy to sleep. I had finished Western States 100 only 6 hours earlier, accomplishing a career long goal to get to the finish line. It had taken me 3 entries and 2 starts (the first year I gained entry the race was cancelled). I had earned the finish line.
Start lines are ubiquitous in this sport. They live in races, workouts, alarm clocks, the Sunday long run, saying no so you can say yes, lying on a PT table, stepping out your front door, walking into the gym. Literally everywhere. 2016 was about toeing those lines with grit.