Saturday 28th September 2013, seventh day since the start of the race, I crossed the finish line of Grand To Grand Ultra, an epic 273 km footrace in North America, stretching from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon to the Grand Staircase. This made me the first Indian ever to finish this race. 7 days. 273 hard fought kilometres. Some of the most challenging and diverse geographical terrains on the planet. During this gut-churning week I moved through deserts, canyons, cracked river beds, forests, shrub, cacti, sinking-soft sandy tracks, gravel, slippery scree, broken rocks. This was a race which required runners to be ‘self-sufficient’ so I carried all my food and supplies for the duration of the race on my back in a backpack. I passed through extremes of temperatures (above 40 degree Celsius to under 0), sometimes within the course of a single day. I went repeatedly up punishing slopes and came down roaring descents. I pushed, pulled, puked, hurted, hallucinated, saw visions, heard voices, got lost, broke down, picked myself up again. I made some great new friendships along the way, met runners from over twenty countries, gleaned a lot advice and useful lessons, gained encouragement and became part of an incredible, inspiring ultra-running community. During that memorable week I saw the magnificent human caravan pass right in front of my eyes as I witnessed scenes of great strength and fortitude, of hope, of crushing despair, of help, of camaraderie and respect. Not all who started could finish, several dropped out along the way, but everyone became part of something unique, rare and special. Everyone had to dig deeper than they had ever dug before, discovered something new about themselves and were the richer for it. This event took place against the backdrop of some of the world's most breathtaking landscapes. Places of stunning, mythical beauty. It was an intense, purifying experience.