- Just returned from my first post-Hardrock run and I'm wiped out and feeling
exhausted - might be the humidity (I sure missed that) or the 12lbs of weight
I've lost, or just the sweet feeling of exertion; but it just felt so good to
be running again - I can only imagine what it would be like had I actually run
Flashback to Prerace: Arrived in Silverton after a two day cross country
drive with my son, set up camp and went for a quick late afternoon hike to above
12K (lungs hadn't arrived yet unfortunately) Met with the trail marking group
the next morn and spent the day mostly above 12K, hiking 20 miles through
sun,rain,snow,sun, etc. with great folks and spectacular vistas. Thought I might
have picked the wrong day for my son's first exposure to long days in the mtns
(10 hrs) - but everyone was so supportive and he had a ball - enough so to get
up and do it again the next day, going to the course high point (14K at 14
yrs) and finished tired but really happy - spent the evening with folks eating goo
d food and telling stories - laughed lots. On the drive back to camp two
stories stuck with my son - deb pero's duck taping flip flops to her feet so she
could run the last five miles of Bighorn, and my oversleeping the MMT start -
to which he asked again if I had finished? I had, but had walked in the last 25
with "the runs" - he thought about that for a minute and said, ya know if Deb
can duck tape flip flops to her feet and run in, then you can certainly duck
tape a bag to your ass and run in, ya wimp - what could I say, he finally
Left Silverton for a few days to do some rock climbing, but came back early
with the rest of the family (wife and daughter) to enjoy the mountain setting.
Went for a great family hike to Ice lake and splurged on a night at the Wyman
- wow, what a comfortable feather bed and incredible breakfast, really took
the edge off of the previous weeks' camping and my cooking. The family then left
me in Silverton, to go visit w/old friends in Telluride and be my aid on the
Day Before the Run: Check in and pre race briefing = information overload!
The detailed briefing was a wonderful recap to the days of trail marking
and provided great insight into the days missed - now if I could only remember
to wake up on time. Relax, obsess and repeat was the order of the day. The
prerun meal was on par with everything else in Silverton, runner friendly,
well organized and delicious.
Night Before the Run: Queasy feelings amounted to more than nerves, as the
evening and night was spent praying to the porcelain gods and lying in a
fetal position - desperately trying to not waken my roommate (who graciously
shared his abode) Morning brought an hour of restless sleep and uncertainties
as to the sanity of showing up at the start. Half a muffin and some juice
went down ok, and the starting line appeared in a caffeine deficit stupor.
Run Morning: It felt good to be moving in the crisp morning air, for about
an hour - then my body decided to reenact a scene from the exorcist (sorry
for the graphic presentation Hans!) and from then on refused to keep anything
down. With ever decreasing energy levels, my day - over before it began -
ended feeling as green as it had begun at KT - whose volunteers had me whisked
into town before I hardly had a chance to sit down, where the day was spent
again praying to the porcelain throne.
Aftermath: Was able to cheer the finishers - feeling equally physically and
emotionally drained, though for vastly differing reasons - It was a pleasure
to share the moment and applaud all those completing their quest to smooch
a large rock. I left Sivlerton, over 10 lbs lighter and somewhat frustrated
with the circumstance, but thrilled with the experience that is Hardrock.
And so now, the Lottery Gods willing, I get a second chance to be a virgin
(how often does that happen) To all those involved - THANKS - for its the
people who make the experience, and what a wonderful experience it is!