While I was watching UT beat OSU, my son-in-law Eric was running a gut-wrenching 100 miles in the Utah heat this past weekend. The following is his story.

The alarm went off at 3:45 Friday morning for Eric and everyone else in his crew.

He ate some oatmeal, drove to Kaysville, Utah, and at 5:00 a.m. stepped into the darkness with the other runners starting the Wasatch Front 100.

The race wasted little time introducing itself. Over roughly the first seven miles, the course...