This week we’re recording our final episode from the original Murder Miles studio — don’t panic, we’re not leaving Nashville, we’re just relocating operations like slightly more organized feral adults. What starts as a sentimental moment about neighborhood miles and familiar running routes quickly devolves into chainsaw talk, masculinity rants, gluten grievances, and a full-blown debate about whether elite runners should be allowed pacers or just be big kids and carry their own stuff. We get into the 100-mile record drama, integrity in the sport, Golden Ticket nonsense, and whether ultra running is getting a little too shiny for its own good. Somewhere between nostalgia and near-argument, we question the future of the sport, roast each other, and remind ourselves why we love doing hard things in the first place. It’s chaotic, mildly unhinged, occasionally controversial, and exactly what happens when you give two ultra runners microphones and zero supervision. Same city. New setup. Same reckless opinions.