In case anybody mighta thought Poppa disappeared on some long trail...
Been in a funk since failing to summit Rainier last Summer, but ran the DWD Hell 50k last Fall and the Huff50k in December - where I was the last runner they allowed to finish!
:cooooold:
If you remember - I'm old and slow and I don't care! I always carry my Camelbak an' my stick...
DWD Gnawbone 50k last weekend:
Missus and I left town after her work on Friday. A liiiiittle bit of a late start, but there were things to do for the both of us - I'd gone to Target, bought a regular kind of standup barbecue and a small round black iron patio table for home picnics, a new watch (I'd simply *lost* mine several weeks ago, and decided that I needed another to race with!). I went too, to the bread store - I tell you, I never had a peanut butter and jelly sammich so good as I did on Saturday, in halves, a couple hours apart on the trail!!!
- Walmart for watch battery and fix for Missus' watch, etc...and I wanted to cut the grass again before the weekend's rains!
We got our food ready - both 'dinner' and race food for me - (would be Subway for the Missus) icebox food for my daughter and away we went!
Down south via 231 to Bloomington and then left towards Nashville to the race start/finish line - Mike's Dance Barn - for packet pickup!
We passed our little on-line reserved motel not far from the starting point...and kinda gulped! Just a little old place amongst the trees...
The room was fine! Never saw a soul, room was open and clean, simple (what would one expect for 65 bucks!?) key on the desk, one chair...and so - a lawn chair pulled outta the trunk up to the desk too...and we had our Subway and homemade pre-race dinner table all laid out!
I've come to decide that the greatest curse for a travellin' man HAS to be the standard motel bed!! Sheesh!! Are you kidding me? 1/2 the time I think I'd be better off on the floor...'til I start thinking about what's been ON the floor, that is...
Bed sooooooo soft means we're huggin' the edges looking for even the slightest sense of 'firm'...
Oh well...it is what it is! Was gonna be up in 6 hours anyway!
And so we were!
Morning needs met - home coffee in my thermos even - we were off in the dark to race start, right around dawn, with plenty of time to spare!
I'm always a little nervous before these things, though I've done 'em many times! Saturday this manifested by me gettin' stuff and forgettin' stuff in the car a 1/2 dozen times - and locking it up and handing the Missus the keys each time...though we continued to stand right there in the grass next to it - me makin' sure that all my 'stuff' was just so!!
WONderful race course!! Very, very difficult!! The head guy, he changes the course every year, and this year's track was absolutely fun galore!!! Some of the hallmarks are the same from year to year (3 times now anyway for me...) - speaking primarily of the mud...and more mud...and the stream and creek and river crossings. This year incorporated mile after mile of *shiggy* - 'no trail' - our race course just haulin' off through the tangle of underbrush and stickers and deadfalls following pink surveyor ribbons, tied to whatever is handy, every10-20-30 yards! Up and down the ravines of Brown County, sometimes on/sometimes off trail! Sooooo fun! My legs look like a pair 'o bobtails were fightin' over who could have my Hawaiian red and yellow runnin' shorts! Did I mention the mud? Not a runner out there that wasn't caked and streaked with mud - wet and dried - all up an' down his or her legs! And some whose backsides were caked, as well - as balance gave way to gravity!
The woods, almost all leafy trees, as opposed to Pine, for example, held the most beautiful sounds all day long!! The birds singing accompaniment throughout my near 9 hours of lopin' along slowly...soon the wind began to rise, rustling through the treetop canopy...unbeknownst to me at the time - the lovely rustling of the leaves was a precursor of *more* to come! I ran/walked alone for most of the day...sharing the trail many a time for a few short moments of hello...and only a couple times with an 'extended' partnership of 15-20-30 minutes! Both are enjoyable to me...and each race is different! No near angel-like company for me Saturday on the trail, but pleasant nonetheless. I ran for most of the first 4 hours, slowly mind you, but continuously...and then I was worn out! I began to walk.....and as time went on, I began to wonder indeed of what the holy heck I was doing...why the heck do I do this to myself...I wanna go home...I was tired!!
I walked, and ever more slowly...dragging near the 'end' - for nearly 2 hours! Until I hit an aid station at my just after 6 hour mark...
That was at 22.3 miles - and it was 'manned' by an angel!! She offered me a 'refill' of my Camelbak, and spoke to me by name! (Aid stations 'kept track' of all runners by their numbers, so as to assist in finding somebody should the need arise! No kidding. It's happened any number of times, and easy to understand why!)
That station, and she, were heaven-sent just for me.
My Camelbak home concoction - gatorade, protein powder, vitamin C powder had gone warm with only the barest of refrigeration (my little lunchbox dumpster!) since we'd left home...yucky warm...and was providing only sustenance, no 'cooool drink on a hot day' pleasure! She added a double handful of ice, and a fill-up of cold water...and all of a sudden I was walkin' on air!! Refreshed, remotivated and re-energized!! I noted to self that if I hustled for the last 9 miles, I might could break 9 hours...and so kinda decided to do that!
So....whereas a mile or two back you couldn'ta hardly paid me to run another step ( I tried, believe me! 5 steps...quit. 3 steps...quit. 15 seconds, 30 seconds, a minute...quit!) now I was gold!! I ran for most of the final 3 hours. Running on all of the 'downs'...about 75% of the 'flats'...and walking as briskly as I might on the other, while in 'rest and recovery'...and on all of the 'ups'!
I was happy again...and purposeful...and thankful and grateful to my Lord too, for watching over me!
It began to rain somewhere in here, softly at first so you could barely hear it above the other sounds in the forest...
And then I was certain it was raining...though quite surprised, as I didn't remember rain in the forecast.
You couldn't even feel it at first, it came down so softly...
It picked up though...and rather suddenly!
I felt badly for the wife! Out there volunteering at the finish line all day, hoping she had some cover...
In no time it was pouring! And thunder was booming - first rolling thunder far away...and then right overhead, though I don't recall seeing any lightning flashes.
Temperature dropped into 'It's kinda cold' territory! The forest made wet again...footing slick... Mud more muddy!
Pretty fun!!
And I was getting closer and closer with every step...
Soon I began to 'know' I would break 9 hours - (a mostly completely arbitrary cut-off, mind you! I had not broken 9 hours my first Ultra three years ago here, and had in fact barely broken ten, but I did last year and wanted to do again!) - thought even I might could break last year's time of 8:47. That prospect excited me - would 'hate' to miss it by only a few minutes, for example, and so I hustled along as best I could through the rain and cold. I was passing people now! They more miserable than I, and me not miserable at all!!
As I hit the last, and familiar down stretch though...down off the wicked slick and muddy winter ski slope and through the last 1/2 mile or so of known course relative to finish...I began to falter! I was so tired...worn out...
No no no no!! I was mad at myself for feeling so weak...
Sad...
I was gonna throw up...
Despite my best efforts, I wasn't gonna make my time...
I began to walk again...
Sheesh!!!!
Wake the heck up!!! Stop feeling sorry for yerself...MOVE!!!
I had to finish strong...and so pushed on through the sopping, waist-high grass to the back of the Dance Barn and around, and to the finish line band (undercover from the rain, of course!) onto the final 100 yards or so with a run - and breaking my last year's time by less than a minute!!
I was pretty happy!!
Thought I might cry, but didn't...
Missus hustled out into the rain (She had cover!
) to give me a kiss...and my blue-ribboned medal...
I was done!!!
Oh my - there's just nothing like the feeling of puttin' another one o' these things in my back pocket!!
I was cold, wet, muddy and famished....and happy as a clam!
I stood immobile, in the rain, behind the shelter cover - just eating (anything I could reach, but focus'd on the big, yummy muffins!!) and talking - needing to get some of that day out to willing ears...
Then my near-angel came!!
I was so happy to see her! I didn't know even whether she/they had come!! She looked fresh as a daisy to me...though she'd run 50k too...'cause she'd already changed clothes to wait for her husband!!
(She started 45 minutes before me at the 'early start' option for the 50-milers - to run together with her husband for his first 10 miles...)
I'd not seen her on the course, of course, and wondered...
We talked for awhile - Missus and she having already shared conversation when she finished.
She, as you might remember, was a verrrrry important gift to me - given on the trails of the Hell, Michigan race of last Fall. We spoke briefly of that - that life-changing gift - it was a wonderful re-meet!!
I simply had to move though, after not nearly enough time, and get changed out of my wet, cold and muddy stuff!
It was time to go...
We trudged through the rain to the car. Where'm I gonna change over?? Dangit all to heck - behind my car, in a small curtained off area in the space made by backing 2 vans together...was a gaggle o' wimmens changing over - directly in line o' sight with what would be my bare ###!!
HURRY UUUUP fer Chrissakes...stop talking, maybe? Or...just go away...please?!
Options limited, (nil!) I crawled resignedly into the front seat o' my driver's side Honda, sat down on a coupla big garbage bags, and looked in the mirror. MY LIPS WERE BLUE!!!
Scary!
Lips blue, face sort of an off-blue/purple...sheesh!!
Dang!!!
I wish now I might have been capable of gathering my thoughts sufficiently to simply change-over, get warm - bbq pig and assorted goodies were available at Mike's, undercover - and go back with Missus to the finish line and visit more with my near-angel as she waited for her husband...but I didn't have it in me.
I wanted to be home...