Who's racing this weekend?
gruecd: 06/12: Bellin Run (10K), Green Bay, WI
Sand: 06/12/10 - Buster Britton Sprint Triathlon
2Young2BBald: 6/13 Motor City Triathlon Detroit, MI Oly Tri (reg)
Poppa 'raced' Saturday -
Indiana/Celina Challenge - and I still live.As slow as I am, I've never had an event where everyone had packed up and left for home by the time I finished!
Missus waitin' for me though, and that was all that mattered!
Temp 95F, humidity ungodly.
More to follow maybe...
Written to a special friend o' mine:I'm gonna run a race story past you, if I may. I mentioned to you that I always write a little something afterwards - that I might
remember the race by - and although this race, in particular, will never be forgotten...at the risk of censure for stoopid, I suppose...I'd like to tell my Saturday "Indian/Celina Challenge" tale...
The specifics outta the way first:
I still live - felt not always a certain thing then...
I won my age group - first time ever!
I was the oldest, and last finisher - one of only 19 outta 25 who started...
7:58 finish - 58 minutes after time limit - and phoned in to the race director after so as not to be considered and subsequently logged in
as a DNF!
All in all - I'm pretty happy!
Missus and I had decided, for logistical reasons, to camp nearby the Start/Finish line. No hotels near enough...race day would have us
driving in and parking 3 miles away and being shuttled back & forth...Missus likes to accompany her ol' man...and watch and wait for
me to come in - and what was she to do all day long - 'stuck' at the starting point with no 'stuff'!
We have no camping gear. No tent, no sleeping bags, stove, cooler, trailer - nothing! So - we bought a cooler, borrowed a tent (a 5'x6'
2 Cub Scout-size!) and away we went on our race weekend!
A near 5-hour drive down State highways to the Hoosier National Forest - where forecasts of thunderstorms and low temps in the 90's awaited - found us having arrived at the Race point, near dusk, in the middle of a ferocious thunderstorm...
Shoot! Ummmm....Whadda we gonna do? Missus doesn't wanna get wet...Mister doesn't wanna shell out a hundred bucks for a hotel - or sleep in the water either! And again - the 'problem' of the Missus' race day while she awaits her man runnin' vexes!
We choose to sleep in the car.
Our car? An '09 Honda Civic 2-door Coupe...
Wouldn'ta thought it could sleep two, but it did - kinda! Gave the steering wheel side to the smaller Missus...
Ohhhh jeez was it humid!
Stripped down to near-naked, the windows a foggin' like a couple o' teenagers at the sub races...
Soon the oxygen would be gone - and the calculations began on How much window need be open to have life-sustaining air come blowin' in - and the hordes of black flies not!
Poppa slept fitfully - and awoke an hour earlier than intended by an iPhone temporarily fooled by the cockamamie time zones of Indiana - to a dream whose main character was Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise...
I was ready enough, excited...
Walked to the starting point along the lake and was directed to the race table to complete registration. No bibs, no race numbers this
time. Instead I pro-offered my arm to the young lady, left one first, for a big, black magic marker 2502...then the right forearm- 2402.
Scratch the Four, make a Five - and I was good to go!
A real, bonafide athlete - with numbers on my arm an' everything!
Was giving essentially no thought to the humidity.
It's Indiana.
It's F'n humid in the Summertime in Indiana...
It was already near 90 though, but I was ready! CamelBak full o' Gatorade, plenty o' GU, peanutbutter sammich an' a 1/2, hard candy,
stick, hat, 2 bandanna's (always!) - one for eyes, and one for 'emergency' use - tourniquet, sucking chest wound, snot rag, whatever. It was to come in handy!
50 yards down the road and into the woods we go - me leading only the crazy couple pushing a bright red-headed boy sucking on his sippy cup in mom an' pop's 'jogging' stroller.
:dopes:
I always start at the most tail end of the gaggle. For the life o' me, I can't figure out why nobody carries a stick on these trail things, but I do, and so out of deference to the stickless - I stay outta the way early. ('Problem' is, anymore, I seem to be trending towards staying outta the way throughout - being the last runner allowed to finish in 2 outta my last 3 races!)
A 2-loop course, and advertised as having 6000' plus of altitude gain and loss...
It was hilly, but not so bad...
Trail was rocky, reeeally rocky - never a flat footfall, of course - but, not so bad...
Thick woods, nary a breeze to be found all day long...
It was HOT, ungodly humid, air verrry heavy, oppressive - hard to breathe...
Literally wrang my 'eye wiper' out 4 or 5 times - like a danged dishrag! Stunned me, the amount of sweat I was losing! Believe you me
- I logged that bit of information in my ongoing race log...
I drank and drank and drank - my own, and at every aid station. Handful after handful of ice in the Camelbak at the 1/2 way point.
Is there anything worse than bathwater temp backwashed Gatorade - when you'd kill for a cold one...of ANYTHING??!!
I ate only 1/2 a sandwich on the run - choked it down might be more precise - topping the banana I had for breakfast. Had no appetite for anything. Wanted only fluid...
Half way point Missus sent me off with a hearty "Enjoy"! She was near to tears, I could see plain enough...
Would expect that I looked a fright -my response...also near to tears..."It's already no fun..."
I wouldn't make 7 hours - that was certain! I've never been asked to 'leave the course'...and I've never left of my own accord - though
Saturday, at the half, as I approached the Director's table:
"You running the Full Marathon?"
"Yes Ma'am..."
"But yer gonna stop now?" (Unbeknownst to me at the time - 6 of 19 marathon'ers had already called it a day...)
"Oh no! I got another loop..."
(Momentarily mentally crushed, 'cause I'd surely pondered quitting...)
Too difficult!!
I began to walk as soon as I got into the woods and out of sight - not to 'run' again until I saw my Missus sittin' in the lawn chair, in the
shade along the lake - looking uproad for her crazy man to come in...
Race director 'swept' the course for stragglers - meeting me at 18 miles or so - and walked along with me for a bit. I was walking briskly yet - the dragging ### was still to come!
I assured him I was fine, would finish, that I was simply slow. He, gauging my fitness, asked if I had 'experience' in these things.
"Many", I replied...
He 'allowed' me to go on. (He was also to assure my wife of my 'fitness' too, as she waited and
waited and waited...)
Saw him again at 21 and suggested that he could pull his remaing aid station workers - high school students of his - as I was fine and yet fixed with goodies - and a phone...
2nd bandanna long a Lawrence of Arabia-style sun cover under my cap to keep the sun off my stoopid gourd...
Last couple miles were in God's hands - simply too difficult - beyond my capabilities.
Drink as I might I remained parched. Crossing streams I simply wished to lay down...
Wasn't sweating enough anymore - no bandanna wringing...
My feet were wet, on fire hot, and rocky hurt...
No appetite, no people and fighting despair - as I simply continued one slow slog at a time...
Remembered clearly Griz, an old Marine partner, who succumbed to heat stroke on a PFT, right in front of us - first slowing to a walk, then a stumbling, drunken stagger, a collapse to all fours, then a roll-over to unconsciousness - ultimately to die 6 weeks later. Though
nearly 30 years ago, I've never forgotten - and the memory was especially vivid for hours, as staying upright became my only goal, my
only priority...
Pondered briefly taking a shortcut. Who would know?
Me. I couldn't...
Rounding the final corner - I saw my Missus...and she saw me! The only one left connected with race - besides me...
"TOO DIFFICULT!!" I cried!!!
:(
I flung my Camelbak, my waist pouch with uneaten pb&j's, my watch, onto the hood of the car, and marched right into the lake - up to my chin - where I remained, holding onto the boating dock above, with my Missus on it to ensure my post-race survival - until I'd regained a sense of coherence of mind and a distinct lowering of body temperature...
And then I sat in the shade - resting, drinking, taking stock - and gave thanks to God for His race company...
(And for giving me a wife who accepts 'teh crazy', even if she doesn't understand...!)
(I don't understand either...)
We were done.
Happy, relieved...
Thanks for listening, dear - 'twas a heck of a Saturday!