|The Umstead runners Eric, Tony, Chuckles and OB|
The start was a surprise. Literally. Chuck and I were standing in the crowd with Dani, Yvonne, Brett and Leeb chatting, laughing and taking pictures when all of a sudden, BANG. A gun went off. Instinctively, I reached for my side arm, realized I was unarmed, remembered where I was and began running all within 2.4 seconds. As far as I know, there was no on your mark, get set, here we go, get your head out of your ass, nothing. Just BANG. So we were off.
I started the race with the same plan as the last 100 miler and that was to run all run able sections and walk the significant hills. Somewhere around mile 3 or 4 I met Tim. We hooked up and started ticking off the miles together. He is a school teacher from NY and a lifeguard during the summer. We swapped some stories for awhile and came to the point in the conversation about who came to see us race, crew, and support us during our journey. Tim told me his father had come down to see the race but that he wasn't much of a crewing type. Knowing how much Dani loves to pick up stray racers and crew for them, I told him that it was nonsense to crew himself and when we came back in to end the loop, I told him to grab his stuff and dump it off at my crew area. This is one of the things I love about ultra distance races. You meet people, realize they are great folks and help each other achieve their goals in any way possible instead of looking at everyone as the competition and willing to cut throats in order to be one more place up in the finishing stats. Well this move worked out good for both of us. He was able to return the favor by being a "racing pacer" with me. We weren't always the same exact pace as we traded places back and forth a few times for the remainder of the race, but we had a great time running and were able to help push each other through the miles. We came up with a system to keep ourselves running on the run able sections and not walking too early on the hills. We picked out spots on the course that would be our walking markers for the hills. It’s amazing how much of the course you can memorize in just 8 loops. When we were feeling good the conversation went: Tim- "OK, where you want to walk this hill at?" Me- "Uh, see that big fat pine on the right close to the road? Let’s walk from there." Tim- "Sounds like a plan". When we were tired, it was more like: Tim- "Where?" Me- "Log on left." Tim- "Cool." But no matter what, we stuck to the plan and whenever we hit the markers, we walked. The crest of a hill feels oh so sweet after the climb so that was always the unspoken spot to get the run going again. Our plan worked great and I still had enough energy to run all the same sections on the last loop that I ran on the first loop.
Tim and I coming in from a lap.
At every stop, my crew was asking how I was doing and did I need a pacer yet. I was still feeling pretty strong physically and mentally and I knew we were going to be short on pacers between Chuck and I by the end of the race if I picked up someone too soon. I told them don't worry about me and kept going. I had so many people come out to support me on my first 100, I wanted Chuck to have the same experience for his first and figured I would leave everyone to help him out. Dani insisted on coming out at the start of the 7th loop which was mile 75. She tricked me by telling me she was going to just run the first few mile of this loop and then pick me back up for the last loop. If I was on top of my game, I would've known she was full of it. But late at night, tired, chilly and not thinking 100% straight, I fell for it. So being the awesome trooper that she is, she ended up running the last 25 miles with me. Let the record reflect that I was against this the whole time and did not want her to get injured, but I was also thankful to have her with me and enjoyed every second. She is such an inspiration to me and has such a positive attitude at just the right times. I said it in the last race report and will say it again and again. Best. Crew. Chief. Ever!
|Dani and Yvonne working hard. Brett took the pic. Leeb? MIA.|
A dear friend, who came out to the Guts Reactor 100 miler and paced me, came up with this motivational saying "No quit in this body, No quit in this mind." She told me that she got inspiration from the fact that during her pacing duties, she realized that I had a continuous drive to keep moving forward no matter what the conditions or circumstances. I am very proud of this fact and glad that I could inspire her to push through those tough times in her training on her quest to fulfill her dreams. So I had this little piece of motivation in the back of my mind and was saving it for just the right time. Well, I had to pull it from the back of my mind to the forefront at mile 4ish on the last lap. I was starting to feel bloated and had the nagging suspicion that my stomach was mounting a revolution against me. It materialized about 5 seconds after eating my last gel pack. I don't recall ever vomiting so violently that I actually had a hard time catching my breath in between blahs. The worst part about it was I was on the early section of a hill that lasted about 1.5 miles. So I threw up, walked forward, threw up again, walked forward some more, ect, ect. That is when Jill's ditty came in handy, with a slight modification. "Ok so my stomach just quit on me, but there is no quit in my mind". This kept me moving forward and when I finally stopped emptying the remainder of the liquid contents of my stomach, I was further up the hill and actually feeling better. The dark place lasted less than two minutes. Not too shabby. I had just caught up to and passed Chuck a few miles back after exchanging a few ata-boys and keep it ups. This was something else that kept me moving. If I slowed too much, Chuck might catch back up to me. This wasn't out of competition that I was fearful of him catching me. It was actually because I knew he had one more loop to complete and I was worried that if he saw me having a tough time on my last loop, it might work its way into his mind and cause him some doubt. He was well on track of beating his goal time, but this deep into the race it comes down to more mental strength than physical ability. So I was relieved when I crested the hill at a jog and felt increasingly better as we worked our way through the back section of the course. The remainder of the loop was tough since I was now running on fumes and my stomach still didn't want to accept anything worthwhile. Dani played more tricks on me with the possible finish times in order to push me as fast as I could go, although at that point there were really only two speeds. Go or stop. So go it was and I finished the last loop with a pretty decent pace and even had the energy to run the last short hill to the finish line. I was so excited I forgot to tell the time keeper my number like I had done at 15 other points in the race. She yelled at me. I didn't care. I was DONE!
|My kind of bling bling baby.|
"There may be people who have more talent than you, but there is no excuse for anyone to work harder than you!"