In the past couple of weeks I have told people that I was going to run a 12-hour race, and some have been surprised that I haven't been training. Running one's first ultra, after all, is no joke. But I didn't want to train; my relationship to running has simply changed, and I haven't wanted to put in the long hours and even longer miles to prepare for this race. So my mindset going into the race was probably different than most runners'; I really wanted to see what I am made of - who I am right now - with this heart and this body and this mind. I exercised a few days a week, went on some runs and walks, kept my weight under control, and tried to keep my expectations of myself reasonable for the race. And not to give away the ending, but I consider my race experience very successful and positive and do not regret a thing.
Because it was such a long day and the thought of writing down everything that happened is overwhelming for me, I'll just include the highlights:
Sunday was here before I knew it, and I found myself at the starting line with 79 other runners. The sun hadn't come out yet, and I was excited to see what I could do on this 1.52-mile course. I felt lucky to start my first ultra with Scott and to see him throughout the race.
The course, although short, was quite pretty. It was great to not have to worry about carrying water since there were drinking fountains along the course, and I knew that an aid station was only a mile and a half away.
|Sunrise on the lake|
|Capitol building view|
It was very cool that Scott jogged/walked his final couple of loops with me. He finished his 50k in under 6 hours and then crewed for me for the next 6. It felt great to be greeted at our little tent with some Gatorade and a cool cloth to wipe my face.
|After I left the tent, I walked only a few feet to the food tables and ate potatoes with salt and potato chips.|
|(I made page 2!)|
|This picture cracks me up. I wasn't feeling too great on the car ride to Mom's.|