In a remarkable display of resilience and determination, I (Alynn Davis), a deaf ultrarunner, returned to the relentless, grueling terrain of the Cocodona 250 for a second attempt. I pushed farther than ever before, endured pouring rain during the first three days and nights, trudged through unforgiving mud and nearly washed downstream in the Verde River at one point.

As if that wasn’t enough fun, it even snowed and hailed. Copy article link

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