The sun smoldered low on the horizon, throwing wild shades of orange and pink in sherbet layers over folds of mountains. I snapped a quick, blurry photo of the view across the valley, giggled in delirious delight, and put a single earbud in. Kesha started bumping a laser-fueled dance party in my head and my legs finally responded after 66 miles of deadening soreness. I rolled down the ATV track into the South Crestline aid station, mile 68 of the 102.9 mile long Idaho Mountain Trail Ultra Festival (IMTUF) 100.