Long
post warning, no really, it's long. This is my race report and
emotional vomit, doesn't have super specific time splits, if you really
want those you can find them on ultralive.net. I will post a gear post
for this race separately next week since I did have that go really well
for me.
We
are national park buffs, so we took the opportunity to visit one on our
way to Western. Yosemite was amazing as advertised! Super great
waterfalls, mountains, views, our favorite being on the drive into the
valley when you get your first site of Half Dome through the canyon
walls. Lots of oooh and ahhh moments, and my sweet husband was so giddy
over it. We went on a steep hot hike with the kids that was good heat
time for me, they didn't love that one so much though. Visitor center
time which I love with kids because they love to learn all about the
parks. We rode the shuttles around a bit and played at camp one day
when my husband went on a 25 mile fly fishing fast pack run across the
park. Saw two bears within 1/4 mile of our camp site too.
Jimmy-rigged
our two air mattresses together so I could sleep better for those 3
nights since typically I end up on the floor of the tent and a young
child on my mattress. I actually slept really well out there and it was
just nice to know all my race stuff was packed, that our long drive was
mostly done, and that we could just relax and not get anxious about the
race to come. Great way to spend the first half of race week.
Terrible
photo, but after arriving at our rented house in Squaw late Wednesday
night, I woke up earlier than expected, probably due to the sunlight
filling our room from the amazing floor to ceiling windows that were an
entire wall of our bedroom. And with forest out beyond that and a view
of the mountain we would climb? Amazing! I snuck out for a quick early
morning shake out run, and got a little more excited seeing this sign
behind me. We were really at States!
That day,
Thursday,
there is a welcome ceremony thing on the top of the mountain that would
be mile 4 of our race Saturday. I knew people hiked or ran up there
and that the tram was also an option, leaving you with only 1 mile of
hiking, but at like $45 a ticket?! I figured I wouldn't do the ceremony
since I didn't want to hike the 4 miles up on foot. I did really want
to take advantage of experiencing everything Western States though.
That morning we found out the resort donated 2 trams for racers and
spectators to take up - for free! So happy that I could take my little
clan up with me and experience a small part of the course with me from
above.
We
rode up and went to the 1960 Olympic museum at the top of the tram.
Really cool little corner of the whole big building up there. Squaw's
Olympic story is a great one. After hanging out up there a while, I
sent the family back down on the tram and I set out for the mile hike.
Got to walk and chat with several interesting people from the dad who's
been trying to get in for 5 straight years and then had to have knee
surgery but ironically his 17 year old son got in at the drawing at the
end of the lottery (who ended up finishing to become the youngest ever
finisher, way to go Hunter!), to a group from the midwest out supporting
their friend (who happened to be carrying the flag all the way up), and
some who had run it and were full of great advice.
The
view at the top was really great with lots of Lake Tahoe blue. A
really cool snow field beside me too. Was neat to wander around up
there and check out the historical monument and admire the rest of the
course in front of us beyond mile 4. Course unknown to me yet.
They
had a program once we were all up there that really was something
special and while long winded at times while it was chilly and loud from
the wind, I'm glad I went and would recommend it. They started with
all of us singing America The Beautiful and then went on to give
inspirational stories, talks, and poems. They also honored those close
to the race who had passed away that year. This race is such a family.
The organization is huge, but very close knit too. Finally, check out
the board member in the black pants and white shirt and serious Achilles
brace you can't really see who had to be helped stand in the wind
occasionally, who hiked the mile up and back (assuming he took the
tram). And when I say up, there was some big up. The passion up there
for the race was palpable and I could tell I was going to be partaking
in something very special.
Friday was
exciting. We headed back over to the plaza from our lovely mountain
house that overlooked the start. Lots of buzz around, people to say
hello to, hang out in the Altra tent for a bit. Then it was time to
check in.
The
buzz and excitement I felt from the beginning of check in to end was
great and I soaked it in. Got my yellow wristband on, photo taken,
urine sample for the medical study I was participating in to see what
effect running 100 miles has on the body (hint: probably not a great
one), and swag handed out by enthusiastic volunteers, seriously every
single one of them. They had 3 colors of race shirts for us to choose
from and we also got a hat, buff, socks and snacks, not a bad deal! The
highlight for sure was this photo above. I just felt so in the moment
and excited and honored to be there. I felt like a star! I was at
Western States!
Ran home after check in to
finish start
my drop bags which were due in like an hour. Story of my life. Got
them done though which was pretty simple. More Vfuel gels or drink
mixes, an Elete Electrolyte flask in a couple, socks in most of them
despite me never changing during races, a pair of shoes in 2 of them for
just in case, and a headlamp.
After
dropping them off it was off to the pre-race meeting. I usually love
these and I did this one too, but it was way over crowded and hot and
while I didn't mind terribly sitting on the floor, I did mind the people
standing in front of us the whole time. Really didn't see anything, oh
well. The buzz was good though and I was happy to know now that at
3:00, my day could quiet down. We had an early dinner, a little
pre-race hot tub with my 8year old, and I'd like to say I got to bed at a
reasonable hour, but well, I did ok
:)
R a c e D a y
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And finish in 10th place (I would consider it a win for me).
That was a big, important goal to me, and one I didn't share with many people. |
I
slept pretty good actually and was relieved to wake up only when it was
time, not sleepy, and calm. Of course there were last minute things I
had to do because that's my style, but also, my husband Jeremy would
have to go back to the house after the start and pack our family up and
out of the house and get to me on time around 11am with a 3 hour drive
in front of him. I kissed my babies bye while they were sleeping,
emotional as I usually am leaving them before a big race, and off we
went.
The
building for bathrooms was very crowded and I did not want to wait in a
line with less than 15 min to go - secret - go upstairs where it's dark
and quiet with very few people and a bathroom down the hall by check in
no one seemed to know about. Jeremy and I prayed together up there in
the quiet and headed to the start. Met up with buddies Canice, Pete,
Dom and Paul who we had the privilege of sharing the house with. Great
guys.
The
4 miles to the top were so good! Hiking up in the twilight under
overhead lights along our ski resort dirt road, the excitement level was
10! There were spectators along almost the whole 4 miles uphill that
helped the excitement a lot. The day was new, temperatures good,
spirits high, and for goodness sake there was Eric Shranz of Ultrarunner
podcast (one of my favorites) at the top in lederhosen blowing a 10ft
long Ricola style horn. My face in the photo above taken by good friend
Paul Nelson was absolutely accurate. SO excited to be here! As Canice
and I said many times in our first 28 miles together
"We're really at Western States!"
Canice
and I enjoyed those early miles together. Friend Meghan warned me the
first 30 miles were crap, they were in terrible shape after the winter.
I was pleasantly surprised to not think so. Not buttery smooth or
anything, but nothing terrible. Canice and I worked to hold one another
back and be calm when others would pass. Control and care was the name
of the game right now.
At one point around the 2nd aid
station we came upon a woman handing her pack off to a volunteer (like
1/2 mile from the aid station at least) which we wondered about but as
we got closer I had this feeling it was Magda Boulet, and it was. So
sad to see her there with such a sad look on her face. I don't know
entirely what happened but she dropped from the race.
Canice and I
also took note of the dust. Wow was there a lot! For many many miles
too. We'd be reasonably far back from the next person but it was still
there. My contacts didn't love it but by Robinson is was gone.
Physically
to this point, my back was quite sore Thursday and Friday before the
race, perfect timing I know, and from about mile 4-24. Like that
backache that makes you want to stand up and straighten or arch your
back. I was thankful to hold off on my first dose of ibuprofen till 6
hours in and that seemed to make the backache go away and it wouldn't
return for the rest of the race. I had one good ankle "stretch" before
we ran into Dom and Paul at Duncan Canyon but thankfully I walked it off
after a minute or two. The ankle I worried about in the months leading
into the race would thankfully not be a problem at all.
I
loved our time together, but Canice and I separated for the final time
on the climb up to Robinson. I was feeling good and also a tad stressed
about what time I was coming in. There were a few times I felt like we
could/should be running a little slower, but I never felt like we were
running too slow. Apparently for 24 hour pace we were though because
after searching and searching with my eyes and ears for the aid station
while glancing at the ever advancing watch I rolled into
Robinson
Flat(mi30), around 25 minutes behind goal pace.
I was feeling fine though, good in fact.
Loved loved loved the
ice bandana
from Howard Nippert that I had picked up from Dom and Paul a few hours
earlier which they had all ready to go and tied right on me. Seriously
no bounce, kept me cold and wet for hours and hours before getting a
new one from crew. LIFE SAVER. Buy one, support team USA
ultrarunning. I also picked up a small
handheld flask from Nathan
I won as part of the Ultrarunning race series. It would always hold
water to wet the top of my head with and was super easy to carry.
Anyway,
I feel like this this was my first experience with the magic of the aid
stations at Western. I ran in and several volunteers met just me
there. They took my pack and asked what I needed. I told them I needed
my pack filled and to find my crew. The lady sent me off to find them
and when I said I didn't have my pack back yet she assured me she would
come find me. And she did a minute of two later about 50 yards down the
trail with my family. Amazing! And every single aid station was that
same quality. No one ever sitting and just looking at me, always up and
helping from the second I arrived and always enthusiastic! So good!! I
kissed the family and headed out.
I
ran into friend Tommy right out of the aid station and worried because he
was ahead of me. He was concerned about a leg issue he'd been having to
the point of not even being sure he'd be able to start. And he and the
heat don't typically get along. I wished him well, picked up my pace
and headed out. The rocky downhill switchbacks to come I recall running
more gingerly than I'd like at the training camp, came much easier to
me today and I made a few passes and gained confidence. I settled into a
good working pace. Faster than I had been going, but sustainable, not
too much. I knew I needed to run a little out of my comfort zone to
achieve my big goals. The night before the race I saw an IG post from
Billy Yang that instead of here goes nothing read
Here Goes Everything.
It resonated with me the second I read it and I had my husband write it
on my arm in orange Sharpe race morning. While I might look really
serious in the photo above, it was a good place mentally. Good hard
work. I was here to give this race everything and was ready to
physically and mentally.
Somewhere out there, maybe
Dusty Corners? I found out I was 16th or 18th woman. That was great,
better than I thought and helped to keep me going. I was also back on
track time goal wise. I passed one woman shortly after that but that is
all I would see for hours. For Western being such a big race, it for
me was very very quiet out on the course after Robinson. I didn't run
along side anyone or have a conversation with anyone besides aid
stations for 30 miles. A few passes and hellos, but no side by side
running or anyone close enough for conversation.
The
miles I remember as long between Dusty Corners and Devils Thumb in the
training camp went quickly today. Approaching the descent toward Devils
Thumb I felt a twinge of apprehension since I didn't do a great job on
it at training camp, but I squelched that quickly and kept my mind
positive and moving forward with confidence. I'm sure I wasn't the
fasted down, but I felt controlled and smooth and calm - good things.
The climb up to Devil's Thumb aid was almost welcome, not because I was
tired, but because I was excited to hike. It's something different and
I'm good at it. I turned my ice bandana around to the front for a
change and since I wouldn't be bouncing and it was nice. I kept a light
quick cadence up, passing several men. I kept a mantra in my head of "
I hike strong because I am strong"
and I believe it. I was very happy and positive going into
Devil's
Thumb(47.8) aid as the volunteers were too of course. Met photog friends Paul
Nelson and Billy Yang and was convinced to take a popscile. Kind of
love the photo Paul took above. He had to sprint ahead of me for a
minute or two out of the aid station to get the shot he wanted and I
didn't slow down at all for him. Stoke was high and strong and the pace
was good. New ice on my neck,
Vfuel Cherry Cola drink mix
in my pack now as I was hoping to keep my stomach happy in the heat,
hands full of a grape popscicle, flask of coke, Vfuel gel packet in my
mouth. This was a good time, good memory.
My first low
would come next, starting a few miles before Michigan Bluff, just after
halfway. I don't remember exactly what, just kind of that off
feeling. I kept up on my calories, took some First Endurance Pre-race
and got my ipod out for the first time. Got it going as quick as I
could so I'd keep moving forward and with music on and a mind still
strong enough to say "we're ok, we got this, lows happen, take care of
yourself and be patient" I moved forward. Until 2.5 min later when the
music stopped. Literally. My ipod turned off. Weird. So I turned it
back on and kept going. 2.5 min later it turned off again. Great. It
has done this before, goes into some mode I do not know how to turn
off. Super frustrating. I'm not a runner that can't exist without
music, but right now I needed it. So it turned into running until it
turned off then quickly turning it back on while walking or running if
it was smooth around me. Not ideal but I made do.
I
arrived a tad grumpy into
Michigan Bluff (55.7), but mostly just that
feeling of I don't know what I want when presented all kind of food
options. Nothing sounded great. It can be hard when that happens since
you know you have to keep the calories going. I tried to get out of
there quick feeling a little better, stopped to pet a dog cause that's
what I do, and carried on down and up the quiet barren dirt roads.
Great to get to
Bath Road where I was kind of hoping someone would meet
me and run in, and no one was there and Bath Road itself was much
quieter than I expected, but it's ok. I was running now because I knew I
needed to when possible, it felt good, and I wanted to make my time
goal. I passed Scott Wolf on his way down who looked at me and said I
could make top 10 if I kept that pace up. I appreciated that a lot.
Feeling the day a bit, but excited for the race to really begin, I ran
quick and easy into
Foresthill(62), right on time and right in the female
position I wanted to be in.
Pacer,
friend, Altra teammate and all around amazing ultrarunner Zach Bitter
had met me 1/2 mile or so from the aid station and was so great for what
would turn into a very long time together.
Unlike
Wasatch, I was smart enough this race to actually tell Zach on our way
in and then my husband when I got to our spot that I was sitting for 5
minutes. That I was ok with that and that I would leave when it was up,
so someone time it. And it was a nice brief break. I won't lie and
say I felt fresh as a daisy. I wasn't dying or anything, but I had just
run 62 miles, it felt nice to sit and frankly, more efficient to go
through my pack and do what needed to get done. I got some quick love
from my babies including hugs from all, my boy helping me with a new ice
bandana and my 4 year old spraying me with a spray bottle, a job I came
up with her before the race. It was mostly a good idea except her
water was warm from the day and she would usually spray me with a tight
stream in the face
:) Thankfully Zach was able to fix my ipod
while my husband Jeremy took care of everything else and with a few
seconds to spare we took off.
It felt good to run down
the iconic Foresthill road lined with crews and spectators but I did
find it humorous that Zach got more cheers than I did, he's kind of a
big deal
;) We chatted casually about how the men's race was
going since I had heard nothing all day, and thanks to the wonders of
modern technology, he could follow the race from his phone. I was super
excited to hear how well my male teammates were doing. He asked if I
wanted to hear about the women's race and I said yes. I wasn't overly
anxious about things right now and I also had heard nothing about our
race either. There were surprising standings to me with excitement for
some of the women and sadness for others I knew must not be doing well.
He told me I was only 20-30 min back from 11-14th or so place and who
was in it, and that was intreaging! While it gave me a little bit of
excitement that my goal of 10th was in reach, the pain in my leg started
squelching that.
Back in April I ran a local fun
run trail marathon. Lots of climbing and descending, but nothing I
hadn't done before for sure. I felt great during it but my legs were so
smashed afterward for at least a week, which is longer than normal for
me, that it surprised me. I noticed one particular spot about 2-3inches
long, 1inch wide on my upper left quad that would continue to be sore.
My awesome massage therapist Heber would work on it along with my rolling and Tissue Rejuvenator pills
I take and it would go away for weeks at a time, but with lots of work
or intensity it would come back here and there. Nothing to ever concern
me really, certainly no limp or training adjustment needed, it was just
a sore spot. I hadn't felt it in a month leading into Western so it
honestly didn't even cross my mind as a potential problem. I hadn't
thought about it at all. But I figured this pain was that. Some
ultimately unhealed strain or tear that didn't appreciate Western States
100 like I did.
I remember a few miles out
of Robinson, so maybe say mile 34, I felt my quads for the first time
that day, but I was calm about it and knew I was strong and while yes
there was plenty of race in front of me, I was being smart and it was
normal to expect to feel the body 34 miles into a run. Certainly didn't
feel like blown out or worn down quads, just noticed them. I recall
laying my ice bandana on this painful spot on my leg somewhere around
Michigan bluff (55), but I was still managing ok. Don't remember if I
said anything to the crew in Foresthill about it, probably trying to
stay positive, but by mile 65 my hands were the opposite of a fist, they
were fingers out stretched, locked out in pain at any downhill. I told
Zach and we decided to try some biofreeze gel I had in my pack when we
got into
Cal-1(Dardanelles). And so we did but it didn't do anything.
I was kind of grumpy by this point, possibly neglecting full calorie
intake and I know I was getting sensory annoyed by anything on me. I
had Zach stuff my bandana, hat, even headphones into the back of my pack
because I just couldn't handle anything touching me. Weird. I felt
like these 5mile mile apart aid stations were taking forever which is
kind of sad. My pace was ok, but not great, just tried to keep running
on this part I was so excited before the race to run my heart out on.
It's a lot of downhill though, and that sure hurt a lot.
A few
miles from the river we heard a woman's voice behind us and let them
pass. It was not only a female pacer but racer too. One that we knew
was in front of us. What the what? We must have passed her at an aid
station somehow although these aid stations between Foresthill and the
river are very small. Anyway, she passed and it was exciting for a
second to know I was ahead of her, but then sad to see them trotting on
like nothing while I was walking more and more out of pain. And then
with headlamps on, we ran into my friend and teammate Nicole and that
really worried and baffled me. She should have been hours in front of
me! In very stammered speech and wobbling side to side she said she'd
fainted several times and was just trying to get to the river. It was
not good. The first responder and new nurse in me said we couldn't
leave her, but Zach reminded me she had a pacer (and a man at that that
could carry her if needed) and that we were close to the river. She
ended up making it in fine and dropping there and I'm just glad she's
ok.
I was looking and listening around for signs of the
river crossing for a mental boost. I was looking forward to crossing
Ruck-a-Chucky(78) more than anything leading up to the race. I wasn't
feeling great or excited about anything at this point, but Zach and I
had hoped this would be good and help.
We arrived 30 min off my
goal split (which isn't terrible, but we had been right on only 16
mostly downhill miles earlier). I was thankful to see my husband and
kids down there and took a few minutes to get the things together I
needed for the other side of the river. I knew I wasn't quitting, but I
gave my husband a big hug and asked for the same in return and not a
get me out of there pep talk. I cried to him that 'this wasn't fun, I
didn't want to finish this. I wasn't going to quit but please just take
me with you.' He's heard this plea in races before and I feel bad he
has to deal with that because I'm sure it's not easy to see someone you
love like that, suffering, doing something that is hard, and frankly, is
optional, yet being loving and also pushing them on. I had taken too
long there and it was time to get going. So they strapped Zach and I
into life jackets and glow necklaces and sent us down the trail.
It
was nice to have my family walk down to the water with me and watch us
cross, but it was so hard to leave my beautiful babies. Although I
really enjoyed the last 22 miles of the course on training camp day,
very much, I knew how long the rest of the course would be now in the
dark, moving slower. I knew of all the winding endless trail and dirt
road even just between the river and Hwy 49.
I probably ruined it
for myself, but the river crossing was the real start of my race going
very much not as planned. It was kind of a let down. I never
envisioned myself crossing it at night, the water was cold, not
welcoming, and the volunteers there weren't as loving, they were bossy.
Bossy was appropriate though because this was not an easy crossing.
The current wasn't bad, but there were so many big rocks, some pointy to
deal with. They had a smart idea of sinking glowsticks near the worse
ones, but there was just so much tip toeing through there from shin
deep, to watching your shins hopefully not get ripped open, to waist
deep. And it was cold, and I don't like being cold. Once across I
waved bye a little emotionally to my family and took too much time
getting dry stuff on and out of there. I was procrastinating.
The
hike to
Green Gate felt so long, and it's only 2 miles. The pain was
starting to creep into the flats and the ups now and was still so much
pain going down. I thought strongly of dropping at Green Gate, but Zach
sneakily said it would be an easier ride out the next aid station,
Auburn Lakes
;) Which with this pain at 20:00min/mi pace at
best and over 5 miles away would 'only' take us almost 2 more hours.
Ugh. We got there,
Auburn Lakes(85), I sat down on a cot since I figured I'd get to end
my race there from pain, and embarrassment of how my race was ending and
Zach kindly went off to get me soup and ask them and every other aid
station for any icy hot or anything like that. A medical guy came over
to me and man, just wasn't about to let me quit and continued asking
what they could do for me.
Tip for people supporting a woman in labor - don't ask her a million questions.
Same goes for 70 miles into an ultramarathon. But I appreciate his
support. Since apparently we weren't quitting, and I think I said it
that way to Zach since no one was respecting that emotional wish, we got
up and walked out. For about 10 feet and stopped. I was so frozen
just then in indecision. I felt like if we left the aid station, even
though it was only 15 miles to the finish it meant I had to go all the
way. Yeah I wanted to finish, but at that moment in my state, I wasn't
passionate about it. I was embarrassed by how things were going, how I
wouldn't be anywhere near my goals, and after being mentioned by iRunFar
as a top 10 contender. I wondered if DNFing would look better than the
finish I knew would result if we kept going.
*I'm going to stop
anyone right here from any misunderstanding. I respect anyone and
everyone's goals, they belong to the individual, and for many, it
is
simply to finish. That wasn't the case for me. Going into this race, a
finish was obvious to me, it was the much bigger goals I set for myself
that were my focus. I don't want to belittle anyone's finish of any
time, but for me, my goals meant more than 'just finishing'.*
Back to the story -
frozen in anxiety and debate
over whether to walk back in to the aid and call it, or to keep
trudging on in our slow, dark pace, mind you around 1am now. We
honestly stood there for at least 10 minutes just thinking and me
talking out loud. Zach was a wonderful pacer who was very neutral and
supportive and made me feel heard and cared about, but wasn't making my
decisions. I felt terrible for making this world class ultrarunner
walk the entire night with me, but ultimately, I just couldn't come up with a good enough excuse to tell
my kids
when I got a ride back to the finish instead of crossing it on my own.
I was so past my goals and still had 5 hours to walk, but could I
really show them it's ok to give up if things aren't going your way?
You bet I had an injury, a strain that I'm confident was now a tear.
But I was not signed up for anything after this, on purpose. All my
eggs were in this basket so that I could
give this race everything
and come home smashed. This was not the smashed I imagined, but I
couldn't use the "I could make it worse if I keep going" excuse. There
was no reason I couldn't rehab when I got home and it wasn't so bad I
was risking my safety or life. The other big reason for continuing was
respect for the race
and those who have wanted to race but haven't had their chance yet. I
was given a chance to race and experience Western States. It didn't
seem right of me to quit, even in my circumstances when there were so
many people out there who would love to be there. And the pettiest
reason I had to keep going? I really wanted to be able to wear the
new Western States shirt I bought the day before
:)
Now don't think I got all hero like and ran out of there, I didn't.
But I somewhat grumpily trudged on, questioning myself every minute or
two for a while.
I wasn't a happy person in
Brown's Bar (89.9).
Their aid station was cool, lots of Christmas lights strung about and
loud music playing, but I was a grump. Didn't want anything to eat
because nothing sounded good (and probably got snappy when they kept
asking if this or that sounded good, as a good volunteer would). All I
could tell them was I wanted a finish line, for this to be over. We
were out of there pretty quick and the only thing I took, against their
advice, was enough extra strength Tylenol to max me out for the day,
earlier than I should have based on my first dose. I was also maxed out
on ibuprofen for a 24 hour period, and had a pain patch on my leg, but
none of it helped. Leaving Brown's Bar for Hwy 49 we saw an opossum and
owl and scorpion. Grateful I was reasonable enough to take notice of
them. It was a teeny bit comforting to know there was 10 miles left, but
10 miles at our pace still meant more than 3 hours to go. It would
leave me sad when a couple women passed us, that was hard. Absolutely
no disrespect to these women, but they were ladies I had seen earlier in
the day I knew I would finish ahead of. But they were smart and
physically intact and were running well. And I'm happy for them. Then
came Tommy and Kenzie blowing by us which was amazing. I feared Tommy
might not finish, and figured he'd at least be in the late 20's, and yet
here he was truly running down the trail. I wished them well although
I'm not sure they realized it was me. Then Canice and Dom passed us and
didn't recognize me till I wished them well. Dom looked crushed to see
me there and told me to run with them but that wasn't going to happen.
Canice had such determination in his stride. It wasn't a long open
beautiful powerful stride, but it was a determined and focused one. I
am so happy to say that they made our goal of sub 24, against many
odds. Way to go guys!
Finally into
Hwy 49 (93.5) and
we had a decision to make. If we could maintain a very fast walk and
stop at no more aid stations we might be able to break 24. I debated a
little but just really didn't believe it was possible, and more
importantly, with my race and mind shot to crap, I didn't want to be
pushed and hustled another couple hours in pain to possibly not break
24. The sliver buckle wasn't a big deal to me at this point, my goals
were much bigger to me than the color of the buckle.
As funny as
this will seem, I always wanted to experience a nap on a cot in an aid
station, something I couldn't do as a front runner, and so I made our
decision. I was going to finish, but we were going to not kill
ourselves doing it. So at mile 93.5 I laid down and told them to wake
me up in 22 minutes no questions asked. I would get up and go I assured
them. I do really well with 20 min naps at home and give myself that 2
min to fall asleep so that's what we did. Unfortunately for someone
sleeping, that is a very noisy and lit aid station and it sounded like
everyone there stood right over me the whole 20 min. I got maybe 5 min
of sleep. Ugh. I was in better spirits though.
So with a tad
more relaxed attitude we trecked up to the trails above and eventually
down to No Hands Bridge. It was long and painful, but I think I've
already said that a million times. About a mile from No Hands I got
super sleepy eyes, like literally cannot keep them open. I
HATE that. So what did I do? I took another nap
:)
We got into No Hands aid station and told them quickly I was going to
lay down for 10 minutes this time. Zach actually supported the idea
because by the time I got up and left it would probably be twilight and
that might help. And you know what? I slept that whole 10 minutes, the
sleepy eyes were gone, and we could turn our headlamps off with the
wide bridge and dirt road ahead. Isn't it a neat place? I knew I had
been in a bad place mentally for 10 or so hours now. Some was
unavoidable and some unfortunately I held onto. I felt guilty and
really wanted to try to take in some of the things that are so iconic to
this race, and No Hands was one of them to me.
I
was cold now, from sleeping, but it was peaceful. The volunteers
wished us well, the giant screen playing old race footage and lights
made things feel special, the sky was lighting up, and the finish
actually felt close, for the first time all night.
We
had a nice walk up to Robie, checking on the top 10 men and women.
Excited for some, sad for some. My Altra teammates had done amazing
with 4 men and 2 women in their respective top 10's!
I didn't
really feel the energy of Western States in those final miles from Robie
unfortunately. Just a quiet ending to our night. It was probably the
embarrassment of my race ending so much slower than my goals on such a
big stage and getting ready to see those who knew me and could expect
more from me. I think also, I just never visualized during all of my
training a finish in the light and I don't know whether I should have,
because I believe firmly in picturing yourself achieving what you want,
but it may have taken from some of my experience then.
It was
ironic that the night before the race I was chatting with Craig, the RD
who mentioned that there's this big lul in spectators and even finishers
from 24 hours to about 27 hours, and guess where I was finishing?
Right in the middle of that. The track was quiet and I was sad and I
didn't have that magical experience on the track I read of and watched
so many videos of. It was just another race over with. (thankful for
my family there of course)
25:03,
19th woman. 4 hours behind 10th place which was my goal and I believe I
could have achieved. I was sad, let down, angry, frustrated and yes,
embarrassed that on the biggest stage in ultrarunning for me, I had a
finish like this. Why did it have to happen at this race?
I
crawled in our tent and slept for an hour maybe but it was hot, my hats
off to those behind me who endured a second day of heat. We humorously
cleaned up as well as we could in the plastic wading pools for foot
soaking and drove 10 minutes to a 9am LDS church for sacrament meeting.
Packed our little finish line tent area up and headed to awards which
were nice. Talked with lots of friends, congratulated them and tried to
figure out how to answer when they kindly asked about my race. I
didn't want to sound ungrateful for the chance to race Western. I
didn't want to sound like a whiner being so sad and disappointed with a
25 hour finish, but if you didn't understand my goals and all I worked
for for months, with a family, through nursing school, you didn't
understand. This was not any other race and I was not there to simply
finish.
We
drove to Reno that night and enjoyed dinner at a casino buffet which I
must say is a perfect post race dinner with so many options for an
either touchy or ravenous stomach. I slept reasonably and got to put on
my new Western States shirt and my kids and husband were proud of me. I
was slowly starting the road to healing.
The drive
home was long and uncomfortable but I was with my funny and supportive
family which is most important. I came to the reality that I do not
have to race 100's. They are hard, a lot of suffering, and not a whole
lot of fun to me honestly. 100k is a really great distance and it is
totally fine to 'only' go that far. I got to catch up on FB and IG and
all the wonderful sweet messages left that helped to soften the blow
some.
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| Made me cry when we got home. I didn't know who left this at the time, but it meant a lot to me. |
I won't lie, from around midnight during the race up
to a few weeks after I have been really sad about this. My training was
on point, I was strong and healthy and in a mentally good place. The
stage was set with lots of wonderful athletes to race with, so many well
wishes - the stoke was high. And I was going to get to experience
Western States 100! And if this were the Western States 70 I would tell
you I had a great experience. Because I did until then. Yes I had
some downs, but those come with the territory. What I didn't have after
70 that makes me hesitant to give you an answer when you ask how
Western States was, was an able body. All I wanted was a tired,
fatigued, but able body that could fight the mental tough stuff that
would come. I was ready to fight that stuff. I talked to myself about
what I'd learned in other races and I was going to use those lessons.
What I didn't anticipate or plan on was an injury and man this was not
the race to have that happen. I am learning to take comfort in my
finish, but it does not erase the failed expectations I had for myself.
What's hard about this one is that despite how hard 100's are for me, I
would love to race again for redemption, but I feel like there is no
race to do that in other than Western States, and who knows the next
time I'll get in again.
I am proud of the way I handled
the heat. I owned it! It may not have been the hottest year, but I
know others were suffering with it. I can honestly say I was never
hot. I am very happy with how I handled the canyons. Smooth down,
strong up. I am proud that I worked to be nice to my pacer and
crew/husband
:) Sounds funny, but I get emotional and grumpy and
I know that's what pacers have to expect, but I wanted to control it
better and I think I did. The atmosphere there was wonderful, the aid
stations A-MAZING! It was a wonderful trip. I'm not sure more take
aways from this race though, I'm not sure the lessons I can say I've
learned. I guess that will come in time.
The leg has
been healing remarkably well really and there are times I go back and
question if I was really hurting that bad and injured, or just letting
my mind take over and find an excuse to slow down. And then I remember
how swollen and discolored my whole left quad was for 5 days and how the
other one looked and felt perfect. How my massage therapist could feel
the damage in there the entire post race week. The injury was real at a
really bad time and I'm really sad about how it affected such an
important race to me, but life goes on. I don't have anything
particular planned for the rest of the year, probably won't race again
till September with healing and family life and starting as an RN.
I
don't really have a great ending to this post, it's been long and I'm
sorry, just my therapy I guess. I hope I didn't come off too
negatively. I could be bitter about what was written on my arm and how
it turned into "here go all my goals out the window" or something, but I
love that quote,
Here Goes Everything, and I gave this race that as long as I could. Until next time - #seeyouinsquaw
A testimony, or those things we know
to be true through the power of the Holy Ghost, helps us to stay close to the
Lord and keep His commandments. The
Relief Society presidency in the February 1991 Ensign said “our testimonies should help us sink our
spiritual roots deep so [that we cannot be moved and] can grow to new heights”
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