When Ultra Fueling Becomes a Game
There’s a moment in every ultra where nutrition stops being science and starts being comedy.
Your legs are cooked. Your brain is negotiating with itself. You’re 68 miles into a 100-mile race, staring down eight brutal climbing miles, and suddenly the aid station isn’t just about calories. It has just become about vibes. That’s where Food Fight Friday at the Aid Station presented by 7 Summits Snacks lives.
The Mile 68 Ultra Fueling Scenario
In this episode, I sat down with writer, runner, podcaster, and ultra finisher Molly Hurford to play my favorite endurance-sports game: Eat, Toss, or Carry. Three foods. Three choices. No spreadsheets. No macros. Just instinct, experience, and a healthy sense of humor.
The scenario was simple and cruel: mile 68 of a 100-miler. The food options? Absurdly specific and deeply personal.
First up, a pork roll sandwich…..Molly’s New Jersey roots fully weaponized. Then Beaver Tails, the fried dough pastry tied to Molly’s Sulphur Springs 100 win in Ontario. And finally, an apple fried pie from her victory at the Outlaw 100 in Oklahoma.
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Eat, Toss, or Carry: The Decision Breakdown
What followed was a surprisingly logical breakdown of ultra fueling psychology. Molly chose to eat the pork roll (salt is love, salt is life), toss the beaver tail (too sweet, too messy, absolutely not), and carry the pie for later. Practical? Yes. Entertaining? Also yes.
Somehow, we spiraled into food history by discussing stale Peeps (apparently tooth-safe), Clif Shot Bloks (known dental crown assassins), McDonald’s apple pies (molten lava), and pizza rolls that exist only in two states: lava or why did I eat this frozen?
The Great Fried Fish Mystery
We even uncovered the greatest mystery of all: the Outlaw 100 served fried fish at an aid station. In Oklahoma. A landlocked state. No answers. Only confusion. And agreement that Swedish Fish are the only acceptable fish-adjacent aid station food.
Remember that endurance sports are allowed to be fun. Laughing at the absurdity. Making choices that feel human. And turning mile-68 misery into a shared joke.
So tell us…..what are you eating at mile 68?
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