Earlier this spring, over the span of 5 weeks, I was able to complete my first two ultra marathons. This was something that was a long time coming. The past two I had signed up for either just didn't work out or were so rainy and muddy that I didn't feel comfortable doing it.
Well these two couldn't have been more perfect.
The first, Possum Kingdom 52k (34 miles for the non-metrics) happened in early April.
The weather was perfect and the race difficult. Not having ever been to this area of Texas, I had NO idea what I was in for. My dear sister friend DK, who also ran the race, road tripped from Dallas with me.
|Best driver ever...her words, not mine!|
|Coordinated outfits, check! (not even planned!)|
The trail was a mix of sand (2-3 inches deep) and rock. It was difficult. Maybe even the hardest thing I have ever done.
|Ew. Quicksand (ok, not really, it just felt like it at mile 33)|
|I may or may not have been swearing here.|
Every once in awhile, I'd come upon another runner going my way, run and talk with them for a little bit and move on. My glutes and hamstrings were screaming around mile 20-22 and I knew it was about to get real.
Then I fell. On a large rock/bolder (at least it wasn't into a giant cactus!).
|Note to self: don't fall here.|
A little blood never hurt anyone...so instead of crying and/or wallowing in my misfortune, I carried on. I was too far from the last aid station to back track and still about 4 miles (or about an hour) from the next one. To my surprise, a state patrolman was at a road crossing and had a first aid kit!
I pushed on.
The whole race is kind of a blur now that I think about it, but it was really fun!
Trail runners are so incredibly kind, as are the volunteers. Every person who came towards me on their way back would ask how I was doing and offer a word or two of encouragement. You don't get that at road races. I especially noticed this after I had fallen. One of the ladies at the last aid station must have thought I looked bad enough that I couldn't finish (she was only being kind). At mile 32ish. Helllllls no. I hadn't gotten that far to quit then!
The last few miles I pushed harder than I thought I would. I even ran most of them, even though I was exhausted from being out there for 8 hours already. One of the things I loved most about the day and the run was being alone with my thoughts. Don't get me wrong, I love running with my friends, but it is so serene, quiet and peaceful, you can really just think.
The end NEVER seemed to come and I was starting to get a little flustered. I knew I was close, but I just couldn't find the trail head back to home base (which I also missed my first time around). I called my friend DK and we tried to figure it out. My phone was about to die. Lucky for me, someone else had gotten turned around too and this angel sent from heaven went probably a half mile out of his way to help me get back to the start/finish (trail runners are a whole 'nother breed!). I'd missed this turn entirely on the first loop, so I knew exactly why I got messed up. Apparently, I don't follow arrows so well when delirious.
My friends DK and Aimee were waiting for me at the finish and I couldn't have been happier to see their faces! They had already finished their races and I was so happy for them for finishing strong! We all celebrated together.
I collected the most awesome medal I have (it's made of clay!) and my honey bear and went back to the campground where DK and her family was staying and hung out for a bit.
|Bleeding a little, but NBD!|
It had been an amazing day.
This race was the first in a series of five that the Endurance Buzz Adventure tribe has put together. I was hurting, but honestly, I couldn't wait to get out there again!
Up next, Part Two - Whispering Pines....