Brazil’s Badwater: The Brazil 135
A journey through jungles, villages and hailstorms, fueled by determination and camaraderie
At 10 a.m. on Wednesday, January 15, I land at Rio de Janeiro International Airport and call my wife of 21 years, Monica, who is Brazilian, to let her know we’ve arrived safely. Two days later, I’ll be running the Brazil 135 Ultramarathon—my second time doing so—along with two friends, Kellie and Kevin. It will be both of their first 135-mile races. Kevin’s girlfriend, Liana, has also come along to crew for us.
“Why didn’t you come to Brazil?” Liana asks my wife over the phone.
“Oh, you’ll understand why soon,” she tells her.
Kevin asks me where and what time we are supposed to meet my Brazilian brother-in-law, Alex, a former pro surfer, who plans to help crew for us. I have to be honest and admit I have absolutely no idea, and that Alex doesn’t have a phone … unpredictable; welcome to Brazil.