Let me take you back a bit first...
About three years ago I ran some Ultramarathons.
What is that you ask?
An Ultramarathon is any distance longer than the marathon (the 26.2 mile marathon...which is the only distance for the marathon...so no, when you train for a 10K its NOT a marathon). The most popular ultra marathon distances are 50 kilometers, 100 kilometers, 50 mile, 100 mile and numerous 6, 12 and 24 hour races.
Back to the story. I was training for a 24 hour race and I lined up some trial races leading up to my main event (The Hinson lake 24 hour Ultra). One of those races was the "Boogie" 50 mile Ultramarathon. It was perfect, several months before my main race so I could do a real run through and see how it was going to work. It also left me with enough time to recover afterwards. The race was in June. I felt really excited for the Boogie race.
Unfortunately I made several mistakes leading up to this race that my race experience was anything but ideal. About four weeks before the Boogie race, I ran a 12 hour ultra for "practice". Well, during that race, the weather was right and all the stars seamed to align. I felt great. I was focused. I pushed myself beyond the 30 miles I was going to complete and went on to reach 66 miles. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't do a thing different if I were to do it all over again, but I should have changed my expectations of my next race to adjust for recovery. I didn't.
Fast forward 4 weeks. The Boogie race is held not only in June, but in the afternoon. The race starts in the evening before Sun-down so runners face heat, humidity, sometimes thunder showers, impending darkness...and snakes.
The day was nice. It was a little crazy getting there as I had no clue where I was going and drove there alone. I got lost, expended too much energy yelling profanity at the GPS on my phone, and finally made it in one piece about half hour before the race was to start.
Did I mention I hadn't eaten very much that day? Well, now I did.
So the race started. It was nice with very attentive race directors and runners all very cheery. Unfortunately I was still in a dark cloud from my not so fun drive. I couldn't focus. Then before mile five, hip pain set in (think old running injury aka torn groin that is better but hasn't ever been the same).
That's kind of early for pain to set in when you still have 45 miles of running left on a hot day. I tried to push past it. Still, my normal positivity was no where to be found. To make a long story short, I've never been in a race with that poor of an attitude.
I decided to drop out. It was a terribly long walk back to my car, with many of the runners I had passed in the beginning passing me. The worst part not only was telling the race director I was dropping out after only 10 miles, but was having to get into my car and pack up my aid station then drive part of the course to leave the race. I drove past many who I had just stood next to at the starting line.
Now, three years later, I know I made the right decision that night. Cut my losses. Less recovery time, less chance of injury. But I won't ever forget it. I'm not usually one to throw in the towel. That race always is in the back of my mind.
This week I decided I'm ready to take my revenge on the race course, to complete it with a smile on my face and become an Ultra runner once again.
So, this past week (after deciding some other important stuff that I might write on later) I filled out the application and sent it in. It's done. No backing out now. I am SO Excited!


