I received positive reception to the format of my last race report, so I'll stick with that until it loses its novelty. (but, like, mostly because I was hallucinating so much that it'll be very difficult to for me to turn this into a continuous story of sorts.) Enjoy.
Flying into Kelowna, I couldn't recall why I even signed up for the 120 mile version of Fat Dog back in November. 192km in the middle of British Columbia with around 175m less elevation gain than that of climbing Everest is not a fun weekend for anyone, especially if my longest distance to date back then was 125km. Yes, it was a Hardrock qualifier, but that's not something you dream about yet if you haven't even broken 100 miles [at the time]. The race guide lists it as "More difficult than Cascade Crest, Big Horn, IMTUF, HURT, Bear 100 and Angeles Crest"--races I hadn't even dared entering. Competitor Magazine calls it one of North America's hardest races (#11) while Outside Magazine puts it as one of the nine toughest ultramarathons--sure discouragement for the inexperienced. The race website straight-up says it was not for beginners. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess--especially, as you'll read, for a lot of the field.