Woo hoo!! Born to Run 2013 has come and gone. I knew it was going to be a blast and it did not disappoint! There were definitely highs and lows…which I will get to…but when it comes to great times with old and new friends, Born to Run is really really special.
With 467 people registered this year, double last year maybe I shouldn’t talk it up too much…
Yes, it is a giant party with people that love to run. You can feel it, people that love to run.
Morning started at 4:30 with gun shots and Banda music, pretty much a normal wake up for me. At 6am, all races started, which made for a crowded and fun 1st loop. It was cool and overcast. The course was the same as last year and we were greeted by many many cows.
The first 3 loops went along easily as I chatted with folks I had met last year. I really have to say it was about the people for me. I was inspired and teary as I crossed paths with some really amazing women running the 100. Also, I saw John Vanderpot in his 22 week of running an ultra per week! Christa Scott, who graduated the night before with her Master’s and was running her first 50k.
I was really successful in my nutrition for the first 60 miles and my split was 14:03 for the 100k. Chocolate milk really agrees with me!
I had started to feel something in my left achilles over the last 15 miles and at mile 60 it was really starting to bother me. I have heard horror stories about achilles injuries so I paid attention. From mile 60-70 I got to enjoy the company of an amazing , experienced runner Lynette Mcdougal.
When we came in together at mile 70, we both thought we were done. I couldn’t put the pressure of running on my foot so I could only hike. I went in to the tent and slept for 4 hours. I kept waking up and hearing the people moving through camp and the music. Finally, at 3 I sat up and thought, it’s now or never. What to do – I didn’t want to hurt myself further but I didn’t feel too bad. I got up and paced up and down the road trying to figure it out. Then, I went to the aid station and tearfully (there always has to be tears somewhere) said I wasn’t sure if I would continue. That’s when my smiling angel Bo Mavity said “why don’t you just try going to the next aid station? You can always come back or even get a ride”. That put a huge smile on my face and off I went. I knew I was going to have to MOVE it to hike 30 miles by the cut off. It was pretty quiet out there, only saw one person – going the wrong way.
I met Linda around 8 for the last loop concerned that we might not have enough time but we hiked hard and finished. The last finisher!! 29:30. I am so glad I finished – I did not want to wake up in the morning, pack up the tent and go home without doing what I came for.
It’s a delicate balance. There has to be a goal that is really firmly set to even attempt 100 miles. It’s like deciding to climb a mountain. The entire climb is great and the scenery is beautiful, NOTHING can take from that. But, then, there’s the top of the mountain and it’s hard to get close but not actually reach the summit.
I was blessed to be at the race with my friend of friends, Linda Seaney. She had the courage to give it try based on my recommendation and ran her first 10 mile race! (I think she’s hooked and talked about WHEN we go back). She also had the lovely job of crew and 90 mile pacer which was a bit more than the job description.
After a couple visits to my fabulous PT, Cody Jones this week I am healing and starting to think about what is next…