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@_megeckert rounds out the women’s podium with a phenomenal third-place finish at the 2026 Cocodona 250. 🏜️🔥

Megan spent much of the early race running comfortably inside the top 10 before turning up the pace in the back half, steadily climbing from 7th into 3rd place with a powerful finish.

Crossing the line in an incredible 63:09:07 and under last year’s course record.
Megan put together one of the strongest performances of the week.

Strong work, Megan! 👏

Over 144 hours, I ran, walked, ate, slept, shared stories. laughed, and sung (sorry fellow runners) at 6 Jours de France ultramarathon to a total mileage of 603.156 miles/ 970.685 km. While I have many things still to process before writing an official race report, I can’t get over the number of people who have sent me messages, photos and followed along with my journey. Your support and outpouring of love means so much. Though it may take me a while, I look forward to reading each one.

Setting a world record (unofficial/ pending ratification) isn’t just the individual; it’s the community behind that person encouraging and believing in them. Thank you to each one of you. 🤗

Photo credit (1-3): @mounttocoast

@6joursdefrance @hylandspowered @bocogear @runjanji #teamhylands #orangecrush #bocolocos25 #ultrarunning #running #newmexicorunner #santafe #newmexico #unofficialworldrecord #worldrecordattempt

Over 144 hours, I ran, walked, ate, slept, shared stories. laughed, and sung (sorry fellow runners) at 6 Jours de France ultramarathon to a total mileage of 603.156 miles/ 970.685 km. While I have many things still to process before writing an official race report, I can’t get over the number of people who have sent me messages, photos and followed along with my journey. Your support and outpouring of love means so much. Though it may take me a while, I look forward to reading each one.

Setting a world record (unofficial/ pending ratification) isn’t just the individual; it’s the community behind that person encouraging and believing in them. Thank you to each one of you. 🤗

Photo credit (1-3): @mounttocoast

@6joursdefrance @hylandspowered @bocogear @runjanji #teamhylands #orangecrush #bocolocos25 #ultrarunning #running #newmexicorunner #santafe #newmexico #unofficialworldrecord #worldrecordattempt

Over 144 hours, I ran, walked, ate, slept, shared stories. laughed, and sung (sorry fellow runners) at 6 Jours de France ultramarathon to a total mileage of 603.156 miles/ 970.685 km. While I have many things still to process before writing an official race report, I can’t get over the number of people who have sent me messages, photos and followed along with my journey. Your support and outpouring of love means so much. Though it may take me a while, I look forward to reading each one.

Setting a world record (unofficial/ pending ratification) isn’t just the individual; it’s the community behind that person encouraging and believing in them. Thank you to each one of you. 🤗

Photo credit (1-3): @mounttocoast

@6joursdefrance @hylandspowered @bocogear @runjanji #teamhylands #orangecrush #bocolocos25 #ultrarunning #running #newmexicorunner #santafe #newmexico #unofficialworldrecord #worldrecordattempt

Over 144 hours, I ran, walked, ate, slept, shared stories. laughed, and sung (sorry fellow runners) at 6 Jours de France ultramarathon to a total mileage of 603.156 miles/ 970.685 km. While I have many things still to process before writing an official race report, I can’t get over the number of people who have sent me messages, photos and followed along with my journey. Your support and outpouring of love means so much. Though it may take me a while, I look forward to reading each one.

Setting a world record (unofficial/ pending ratification) isn’t just the individual; it’s the community behind that person encouraging and believing in them. Thank you to each one of you. 🤗

Photo credit (1-3): @mounttocoast

@6joursdefrance @hylandspowered @bocogear @runjanji #teamhylands #orangecrush #bocolocos25 #ultrarunning #running #newmexicorunner #santafe #newmexico #unofficialworldrecord #worldrecordattempt

Over 144 hours, I ran, walked, ate, slept, shared stories. laughed, and sung (sorry fellow runners) at 6 Jours de France ultramarathon to a total mileage of 603.156 miles/ 970.685 km. While I have many things still to process before writing an official race report, I can’t get over the number of people who have sent me messages, photos and followed along with my journey. Your support and outpouring of love means so much. Though it may take me a while, I look forward to reading each one.

Setting a world record (unofficial/ pending ratification) isn’t just the individual; it’s the community behind that person encouraging and believing in them. Thank you to each one of you. 🤗

Photo credit (1-3): @mounttocoast

@6joursdefrance @hylandspowered @bocogear @runjanji #teamhylands #orangecrush #bocolocos25 #ultrarunning #running #newmexicorunner #santafe #newmexico #unofficialworldrecord #worldrecordattempt

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Showing up at Big Dogs Backyard Ultra world championship ready to run for Team USA was the ultimate goal this fall. Each yard (4.16 miles) I completed would count towards the team total and keep us competitive amongst other world teams.

How did I end up here? I took a suggestion and ran a silver ticket race, Saguaro Showdown, in January. I won after 65 yards and still had more in the tank. It’s interesting in the backyard; the winner never achieves their full potential. They are always left wanting more. Luckily, Tennessee would be my chance. I wanted to see just how far I could go.

The whole experience leading into the race felt like a dream until our race morning chant, cheer and hearing Laz shout “happy times are here again” as we ran into the sunrise. The further I went the more ecstatic and grateful I became. Each yard was an opportunity in more ways than one. I was running with/ for Team USA.

At the completion of each yard, camp would appear through the trees. We could hear the chatter from race personnel and crews which assured us we had made it back safely within the hour. The crews would grab their runner and attend to every need within a matter of 5-10 minutes (sometimes less). I’m sure for them the time felt short but for the runner, it felt as though time slowed down. Very rarely was I not prepared to go back out.

Chatter on the course was positive. We shared stories, laughs and falls. If you don’t know, the course is rocky and has many roots to trip on. I guarantee we all ate dirt at least once. Team USA became a well functioning unit. Like clockwork, we would come in and then go back out facing the unknowns of the new yard. Eventually though, as with any backyard, we started to lose our numbers. Though we missed the points from the yard, it was the individuals we missed even more. Huge congratulations to Scott Snell for being the last USA runner standing. We will all forever be connected by this one experience.

(Continued in comments)
Photo credit @alyssajusticephoto and Mike Trimpe

Megan Eckert recaps being the third fastest female finisher at the @cocodona250 , Honey Nut Cheerios and Doritos, running for Mount to Coast, her love for reading, how she fell in love with distance running, how coaching has impacted her, growing up in a musical family and more!

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The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

The unknown is where the magic happens.

Cocodona 250 race morning I found myself lying on a dirt slope staring up at the stars. I had no nerves or anxiety but instead joy and peace. I was taking on the unknown, I had a plan I needed to execute and for however many hours I was out there, I would be able to escape the world and hideout in the desert/ forest.

From the start my heart and soul were wild and free, I was playing on the trails though I felt the effects of the technical terrain. I was enjoying the moments, people and views while taking situations as they arose and problem solving perfectly. Nothing seemed too large for myself or the crew and pacers. We just kept moving forward.

Time passed and the trail changed from bare desert scattered with Saguaro to soft dirt and Ponderosa Pines. The time to show my strengths had come and I gave it all I had. Attacking the Mount Elden climb with every bit of determination I had left and hoping I was setting my feet on solid ground with each step; I kept moving forward. I kept the belief in my ability that I could break last year’s course record and finish the Cocodona 250. Never once did I allow myself to doubt.

In the final miles I kept seeing spots but refused to slow. I was convinced my competitors were close behind and rightly so, those runners are tough and fierce. I didn’t allow myself a chance to take it all in until taking the final turn and crossing the finish line. There’s nothing like the feeling of the journey and finish line of Cocodona. The people and places you meet and visit along the course are special in a way that can’t be described in words. Cocodona is a race with an experience. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to toe the line and make the memories.

@cocodona250 @aravaiparunning @mountainoutpost @mounttocoast @precisionfandh @runjanji @ultraspire @thefeed @frictionprescription @gorendezvu #ultrarunninglife #ultrarunning #trailrunning #newmexicorunning

What would you tell to your younger self?

Full episode with @_megeckert now available on our YouTube channel.

#trailrunnernation #trailrunning #ultrarunning #podcast

At Cocodona 250, something historic happened.

Three women finished in the top 3 overall female spots, 1st overall also female - and all three broke the previous women's course record on the same day, at the same race.

Rachel Entrekin. Courtney Dauwalter. Meg Eckert.

This isn't just about finishing a 250-mile race through the Arizona desert. It's about what happens when you stop asking for permission and start answering the question.

Rachel said it best.

"Why not me."

To @rachel__entrekin @courtneydauwalter @yellowrunner @_megeckert , and @lauren.runs.for.grilled.cheese - thank you for inspiring us all throughout the last few years to be better humans and reminding all of us what's possible. You are the raw, unfiltered proof that capability knows no ceiling, inspiring young women to believe in their own power. 💙🙌

Special shout out to our FP Elite Inner Circle Athletes. We are so proud of you.

And to @aravaiparunning your coverage brought the grit and glory of Cocodona directly to us. Thank you for showing the world the true spirit of this race.

🎥 @cocodona250 @corosglobal
🎥 @sean.haworth @outside_run
📸 Meg Eckert Crew

#Cocodona250 #WhyNotMe #UltraRunning #WomenOfUltra #FRXN

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Meg Eckert just dropped a podium at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — and the women’s race went so deep that all three on the podium broke the previous course record.

She made her move late. Hunted down the top three through the pines above Flagstaff and held it. The 6-day world record holder doesn’t blink at hour 60. She closes.
Smooth AF, Meg. Too smooth to quit. 🤘

#FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Cocodona250​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Woman Who Ran 600 Miles!
This week @_megeckert returns to Trail Runner Nation after an extraordinary stretch in endurance racing, including a third place at @cocodona250 and setting a women’s world record at @bigbackyardultra and becoming the first woman to run more than 600 miles in six days.

Tune in now: https://trailrunnernation.com/2026/05/ep-780-the-woman-who-ran-600-miles/

#trailrunning #trailrunnernation #meganeckert

What a @cocodona250 debut.⁠
⁠
Congratulations @_megeckert for her 3rd place women’s and 8th overall finish. Meg chased the podium until the end, showcasing the grit and talent she’s known for.⁠
⁠
📸: @shapirothehero
🎥: @cassdocs

What a @cocodona250 debut.⁠
⁠
Congratulations @_megeckert for her 3rd place women’s and 8th overall finish. Meg chased the podium until the end, showcasing the grit and talent she’s known for.⁠
⁠
📸: @shapirothehero
🎥: @cassdocs

What a @cocodona250 debut.⁠
⁠
Congratulations @_megeckert for her 3rd place women’s and 8th overall finish. Meg chased the podium until the end, showcasing the grit and talent she’s known for.⁠
⁠
📸: @shapirothehero
🎥: @cassdocs

What a @cocodona250 debut.⁠
⁠
Congratulations @_megeckert for her 3rd place women’s and 8th overall finish. Meg chased the podium until the end, showcasing the grit and talent she’s known for.⁠
⁠
📸: @shapirothehero
🎥: @cassdocs

What a @cocodona250 debut.⁠
⁠
Congratulations @_megeckert for her 3rd place women’s and 8th overall finish. Meg chased the podium until the end, showcasing the grit and talent she’s known for.⁠
⁠
📸: @shapirothehero
🎥: @cassdocs

253 miles. 63 hours. Podium.

Meg Eckert just dropped a 3rd place finish at the 2026 Cocodona 250 — the deepest women’s field in the race’s history. She came in behind a new overall course record (56:09) and Courtney Dauwalter. That’s the company she keeps.

The friction was real. She ran through it anyway.
Too smooth to quit. 🏜️

@meg_eckert | #Cocodona250 #FRXN #FrictionPrescription #TooSmoothToQuit #Ultrarunning

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast

@_megeckert epitomizes patience. She waited and let the race unfold in front of her as she bided her time and let the war of attrition play into her favor. Her experience in the multi-day events and backyard ultras undoubtedly gave her the advantage of knowing that in this space, the race is decided in the final miles.

Meg finished as @cocodona250 third-place female, relying on a rotation of the Mount to Coast M1s and H1s in the new Sedona colorway.

Photos by @longrunlactic

#cocodona250 #transcenddistance #gobeyond #ultrarunning #trailrunning #ultramarathon #mounttocoast