20 miles of trail is a long way to run on hilly, occasionally rocky terrain at 3,000 ft elevation. This is not necessarily a new revelation, but one that I was reminded of on Sunday morning.
The highlights (and a few lowlights):
Mile 7 I tripped so bad I fell and cut up my left leg decently. I tried to get off the trail so the folks behind me could continue on. Nothing like a bruised ego (leg) to force you to get up and get movin'.
There was a 40 miler (which Sweaty Emily ran) that started at 8 am so there were already runners on the trail. About halfway through, we started to see some folks (likely some 20 and some 40 milers) coming back toward us in a section that was supposed to be one way only, so it was clear that some folks got a bit lost. It is easy to do in these kinds of races with multiple distances, even when there are arrows and flags.
It was clear from the start that I overdid it on Saturday. As many races as I've run, you'd think I would have learned. I did an easy 3 miler and yoga on Saturday. I probably should have done none of that and been much better off, but I hate missing out on things I love. My glutes were sore from the get go, which makes running hills for 20 miles a little bit harder. Ha. I will learn... someday.
My cheering squad! My family (the manfriend, mom, dad, youngest bro and his gf) all came to cheer me on. It was really nice to have a whole cheering squad out there, even if I must have looked like a total wreck. I think they saw me at about six points throughout the race. I definitely felt a little bad about not doing so hot in the race with such a fan base.
It was beautiful. I wish I had risked my iphone and just brought it on the run with me. Every time we crested the ridge, I took an imaginary photo of the snow covered peaks in front of me. It was friggin' gorgeous out there. A good reminder that even in those moments when everything is hurting, you are LUCKY to be running this damn thing. Amen.