I ran my first 100km race on Saturday. It was an accident. There weren’t even supposed to be any races in April – pretty much every event across the planet has been cancelled or delayed until the fall as part of the effort to slow the spread of COVID-19. And yet there I was on April 4 racing with several thousand runners not only from around the world, but physically located in several dozen separate countries, and next thing I know I’ve run both longer and farther than ever before. Where did this alternate reality come from?