A solid training cycle combined with cooler race temperatures were a winning combination for me!
Having birthed three children through long labors the natural, unmedicated way, I have to say that I can see a few resemblances between birthing and running a 100-mile race. For one thing, in both events you are likely to have prolonged suffering, and at some point you want to quit. When you are deep into…
The trail grew rougher with larger rocks and potholes. My stomach was churning. My attitude was crashing. I started feeling like I was stuck in a nightmare of darkness, rocks, and nausea that would go on forever. My race was unraveling, and I seemed powerless to stop it.
I grew up being afraid of mountain lions, only it was never a problem living in Missouri. Now I was alone in the twilight, deep in mountain lion territory. What was I going to do?
“Does anything look familiar?” Aaron kept asking me. On the way out it had been daylight. I had been traveling in the opposite direction, following the flagging and the runners ahead of me. No, nothing looked familiar. We were lost.
It wasn’t enough that I studied the course and the rules and that I trained hard. There was one more thing I needed to successfully finish this race—a good crew.
Friday, June 24 through Saturday, June 25, 2016 (Get comfy. It’s long.) Our son Aaron, who has run two 100+ mile races, told me that you can’t really comprehend what it is like to run a hundred miles until you have done it. He also said a 100 does not feel like two 50-mile races…