The marathon proved Cody could finish something he once thought was extreme. The 100K was different.
By early October 2025, the mileage had stacked up. Weeks of long runs. Early mornings. Adjustments after injury. Learning how to fuel. Learning how not to go out too fast. Learning patience the hard way.
Sixty-two miles isn’t dramatic in the moment. It’s slow. It’s repetitive. It’s hours of small decisions — eat now or later, push or hold back, listen to pain or ignore it.
62 miles. Early October 2025.
Around mile 40, the race changes. It stops being about fitness. It becomes about discipline. About staying steady when everything in you wants relief.
There wasn’t a breakthrough moment. No cinematic surge. Just a commitment to keep moving forward.
Crossing that finish line felt like survival - an omen of the Iceland Run to come.
