Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Cactus Rose 100 (October 2013)

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. And it would’ve been much better if there was a moderation of the two feelings. Because as great as 50 miles of feeling on the top of the world may have felt, it was sure a hellish 50 miles (and an extra 6 hours) to end and remember the race by.
The tradition of Grandma coming to town to watch the hoodlums seems to be set. I was all excited like a kid waiting Christmas all Friday. Luckily, my Fridays at school are fairly easy (which always makes a great start to my weekends). With the new school schedule this year, the kids leave at 2:30 and we’re allowed to leave at 3:00. I figured it wouldn’t matter too much if I left early one day (since I get there early every day and typically work through all my lunches). The bell rang at 2:30 and by 2:35 I was biking home as fast as I could. We got Zack out of school early and then Amy and I were off to Bandera at 3:00 p.m. Friday afternoon.
We made it to Boerne by 7 p.m. and it was still light outside (which had never happened up to this trip). After gassing up the van and getting our traditional Little Caesar’s pizza (Friday dinner and Saturday breakfast), we headed out to Hill Country State Natural Area, aka the rocky hilly place with no cell reception, electricity, running water, bathrooms, or paved roads (as our van will attest to).
Since we made it before 9 p.m., I was able to pick up my race packet that night instead of waking up early to get it Saturday morning. There wasn’t anything special in the packet (some sponsor stuff that would cost me money if I wanted their products. And I got this far without buying anything special, so why would I need to do so now?) except for the jacket. I love how Joe Prusaitis (race director) always gets really nice running jackets. They’re so nice that I don’t even like running with them (besides the fact that it’s never cold in Houston) so I don’t end up with permanent sweat stink.
Amy and I walked around a bit just to kill some time before we went to bed. We looked at the various trophies, found where the port-o-potties were, and were gonna go down the trail except the trees blocked out any light from above and it was very dark (and we didn’t bring a light). So after about fifty feet, we turned around and went back to the car. It’s so nice to not have little yappy kids around sometimes.
I came prepared this year to get myself to fall asleep. I brought my Nook, two mp3 players, and a fully charged phone. And because I was prepared, I didn’t need it at all. I woke up at one point during the night, but otherwise slept soundly ‘til my alarm went off at 4:15. Starting with the breakfast of champions, I had myself a pizza sandwich and began getting my running clothes on. I walked over to the bathrooms to have
my last excretion for the next 24 hours and had to wait in a short line. People were all excited about the race like I was, only they seemed less able to contain themselves and talked to each other about (at least I thought) silly things like ‘What shoes are those?’ and ‘Which race are you doing?’ and other random pointless stories.  

Finally I got in and out and back to the van. I got my race chip Velcroed to my ankle (which I learned from last year would need to be switched to the other ankle half way through so it wouldn’t rub my skin off), my shoes tied, my bib number on my shorts, and took another pizza sandwich to the starting line.

Though it didn’t really make a difference last year, I didn’t want to be late again. With our camera broken (thanks kids), we had to resort to our phone cameras (which luckily have flashes). Amy took a few pictures of me eating my pizza and within a few more minutes, the race had started. One last kiss and I was off.
The start of every race (even this one with so many fewer people) has enough light from everyone’s headlamps and flashlights that I typically never turn on my light(s) until I’m a few miles into the race and the runners are a little more spread out. One part of this race that I always enjoy and wish there was a way I could get a picture of it, is when we get out of the forest (at least that’s what I call it) and onto a flat wide grassland. The runners are finally able to spread out to 3-4 wide and there is a quarter mile of lights bobbing up and down right before we get to the first aid station (Equestrian). As I turn to go up and cross the road, I love looking back at that sight.
The first five miles is rather uneventful. We don’t have to sign in at this aid station and I never stop for anything this early. There’s a bunch of people there clapping and cheering all the runners along. Five miles of nearly flat trails that are void of any killer rocks that inhabit so much of the rest of the course make this the
easiest and most desired section of the course. It also passes with no problems. I have already told Amy that there would be no need for her to be at the aid stations until I got back to Equestrian aid station the second time. I figured that if I ran five and a half hours per lap that I could finish the race in roughly 22-23 hours. Since there are five aid stations per lap, I divide the miles equally (even though they’re not equidistant) at five miles between each. So I would have just over an hour to get from station to station. And despite the number of times Amy and I have planned out my times and when she should be there to help me out, I always end up going faster than anticipated. I waltzed into Equestrian aid station at two hours forty-five minutes. Not bad for 15 miles. But enough ahead of schedule to start worrying me. But I didn’t feel like I was pushing it. I wasn’t breathing hard; and that’s my usual gauge for how hard I’m going. It was warm and light enough, though, that I had to drop off my T-shirt (which was soaked) and lights (since the sun decided to finally rise) and hope Amy would find them. 
Now it was off to start the fun part of the race. So far, with fifteen miles there were really only two hills that would bother most people. However, the next ten miles would have about seven hills with a few non-rocky patches scattered here and there. But the first lap doesn’t ever matter. I walked up all the steeper parts of each hill, ran all the flats (or anything close to flat), and walked down the really steep downhills. I was feeling wonderful as I checked my breathing rate, my exertion, and my hunger/thirst. Breathing felt normal; I wasn’t breathing hard at all (except for those longer uphills). I didn’t feel like I was pushing the pace. I knew approximately how fast I was going just because I had to write down my number and the time of day at each aid station. And since I had such a fast race last February at Rocky Raccoon, I figured that I’d be just fine if I was a little ahead of schedule. The sun was still mostly behind clouds, so I wasn’t being fried and the food/water I got at each aid station every five miles was feeling more than sufficient.
I finished the first lap in 4:39:08 and was around 11th place or so (from counting the 100-milers as they came back toward me). Got some sweet tea in me (and man did it taste so good), a snickers bar, and an orange (I ate so many of those during the race). A little bit of water and I was off to retrace my footsteps but now in the opposite direction. One good thing about the clockwise, counter-clockwise laps is that you quickly complete that hellish ten miles right off the bat. But again, the second lap doesn’t mean too much. Just don’t go too fast or spend too much energy fighting rocks and hills so you still have something left in the tank for laps three and four. But I was still floating on top of the world and feeling great. I passed Lorenzo (Sanchez) a little bit before getting back to Boyle’s aid station. Asking him what was wrong (he was walking), he replied that his body just wasn’t cooperating today. He said I looked strong and to keep it going, and I left not knowing that I wouldn’t see him again (at least not until the next race). His wife (girlfriend?) asked me when I was at Boyle’s if I’d seen a shirtless guy and how he was doing. I said, “Lorenzo?” and I think she was surprised I knew his name. I told her that he was walking and not feeling too good, but he should be coming by in the next fifteen minutes or so. 
As my second lap continued, I started thinking to myself that this was going to be a great race. “I’m a machine! I’m gonna smash my last year’s time (just as I smashed the time from the year before).” Those
thoughts fueled my continuing pace (11 minute miles) for the remainder of this lap. Amy kept being at every aid station to help get food out and help minimize the time I spent at each one so I could go kill this course. I ended up passing a few people here and there and kept thinking to myself that it’s because I’m a machine and I can keep this up all day if I need to. The last hill was crowned and I started my descent to the best part of every lap: the smooth/slightly downhill section that ends at the start/finish line.

I finished fifty miles in 9:15:04 and was in about 4th place. Incidentally, that time would’ve qualified me for a 6th place finish in the fifty-miler. But I still had another fifty to go.  First place was only about five miles ahead of me at that time. As I was finishing the last few miles of lap two, I kept hoping to not see any other 100-milers for as long as possible (since that would mean I’d be closer to being able to pass them). But then I saw them both within a few minutes of each other, and they were roughly two miles in front of me. Not to worry. Two miles over fifty miles just meant speeding up a few seconds a mile to pass them.
Though the sun was still mostly behind the clouds, the temperature was rising. Yes, November was just around the corner but it was in the 70s and the humidity was a little more than I was used to for this time of year. The only thing ok with this is that everyone would have to deal with the abnormality of this weather. I left the Lodge for my third lap and felt pretty good considering I’d just finished fifty miles. I knew where my three runners were ahead of me and set off to see what I could do. By the time I got off that lovely hill and down into the forest, it started. The machine wasn’t feeling tip top anymore. My pace slowed down quite a bit as I realized that I couldn’t keep this up anymore and still wanted to be able to finish.
It’s funny how quickly your goals can change. You start the race knowing you’re gonna be awesome and surge at this place and that place and how you’re gonna make sure to check your vitals throughout the race to make sure that you’re not going too fast or skimping on nourishment. Then you start feeling the pain of doing something wrong (or forgetting to do something) and no longer do you care about having this great race. You’ll be just fine having an ok race and not losing to last year’s time. And then the race continues to wear on you and you don’t even care if people pass you; you’re just gonna finish, no matter how much time it takes. And then you start to contemplate what was unthinkable (or sacrilegious) just half a day earlier-DNF’ing (Did Not Finish).
At this point, the thoughts started creeping in that I might not be able to catch any of those guys in front of me and that I wouldn’t be bringing home a cactus (the nice three-foot tall metal trophies for the top finishers). But I could still fight it. I just couldn’t fight it continuously for fifty miles, so I had to back off the pace. I came into Equestrian aid station not feeling super like I had all day up to this point. Amy noticed and though she was planning on going in to town for some real food and to post race updates on Facebook, she stayed here to help me. And man was I thankful for that. Leaving Equestrian, I knew I had a basically flat five miles ahead of me. But I held back. I wasn’t going to have a crappy finish and I needed to slow down to save energy. I pulled into Nacho’s aid station feeling even worse. When asked what I wanted, I responded with “I don’t know. Whatever.” I walked out of Nacho’s and after a while was able to get myself to start running a bit. I even took a water bottle with me, hoping that it would make me feel better. It was the first time I had ever done that during any ultra (I ended up carrying it for the next ten miles-to Boyle’s aid station). Then I realized that I had taken my hat off and left it on the chair. But there wasn’t anything in the world that was gonna get me to go back a quarter mile to retrieve it. Good thing the sun was on its way down and was still behind clouds most of the time. There was a beastly hill a few miles out, but it was still mostly flat until then. Once I got to the hill, the walking commenced until I was down the other side. One thing I hate about the last half of this race is how hard it is to go down those steep rocky hills. The trail isn’t smooth in most places and the 1-2 foot drops, which were not even noticed during the first half, all of a sudden are huge cliffs that require your utmost attention or you’re gonna fall to your death (maybe not literally).
I came into Equestrian aid station again with ten more miles to finish the third loop. This is where it gets really fun. The next twenty miles are the suckiest of the whole race. But if you can get through that suck, you are almost guaranteed to finish. I wasn’t feeling too great (still) and just wanted to get a bit to eat and drink and get out of there. But of course I’m moving all slow and whining to Amy about how I’m walking so much and not feeling good (like it’s her fault). And despite wearing compression shorts, my groin is all kinds of chaffed and my nipples aren’t feeling much better. So I took out the trusty ol’ Vaseline and lubed up like crazy. Maybe next time I’ll want another pair of compression shorts on hand in case the first pair get too sweaty from the heat. I never had a problem with them before (not putting Vaseline on and running with them), but I’d never gone on this long of a run with them.  I ask Amy what time it is and then do some math and figure I’m probably not gonna make it to Boyle’s aid station before dark, and it’d  be just slightly stupid to try to do this part of the course by the light of the stars (which ended up being covered by clouds anyway). I’m still in fourth place at this time, and I kinda still want to keep that. I have no idea how close the next runner is to me and…wait. There he is. Great! Well, I gotta go now. So I take off (at the jogging pace that is my new top speed) and go to make my way up the first of many hills. Fifth place is right behind me by a couple minutes. I come off that hill and then I saw a tarantula and had to stop for a few seconds to admire the beauty of it. A few seconds later I was passed and dropped to fifth. Oh well. I don’t care. No, I do care. I’m gonna go with him and stay behind him. We get to the next set of hills and he just keeps going like the machine I was during the first half of the race, which seems like it was ages ago in another lifetime. If only I had just signed up for the 50, I’d be done with this and I’d be enjoying some nice rest and a break from all these damn rocks.
Ok. I made it up this first rocky hill. Now to go over and up the second. Whoa! I don’t remember it dipping down so low and then going up like this last time. I can do this, but it’s gonna take some walking. Now on to the steepest rocky hill of them all (at least in my opinion). It’s not too long, but long enough for how steep and gravelly it is. I made it passed this point last year while it was still light and repeated the feat this year as well. I like not having to go down this beast in the dark. Up isn’t so bad in the dark (not that I get much of a choice). As I wandered down that bastard of a hill, my calf started cramping. So I flexed my foot (which was also cramping every now and then) only to have my shin muscles cramp. Now there’s something that’s never happened to me before. Then after flexing opposite side muscles my quad cramped up. How am I gonna get down this thing? After stopping numerous times so my cramped muscles didn’t help me topple over and speed down the rest of the hill, I finally made it to the bottom.
 Now a little break and some ups and downs and I’ll be rolling into Boyle’s aid station. I make a right turn and…what is this monster of a hill doing here. Plenty of expletives were given up to the evil race gods. I was so disappointed that I put my hands on my knees and was about to rest for a bit before I continued up another hill. But a few seconds after doing so, I got all light headed and felt like I was going to pass out if I stayed in that position any longer. So I got up and continued, whining in my head the whole time. Finally I recognized the hill. Oh, so now you decide to just show up right here in the race and expect me to just be ok with going up you? I get to the top and make the horseshoe loop around to go back down. I need to come up with a game plan. I’m gonna finish this race. I’m still in fifth. I can catch fourth. I can still beat my time from last year. But I’ve got these cramps that just won’t leave me alone. Why am I cramping? Hey. It’s been a hot day and I probably haven’t drunk enough liquids nor enough salts/electrolytes. My muscles are just yelling at me for not taking better care of them with all this heat and the number of miles I’m make them do. So, how to fix this? I’m gonna get to Boyle’s aid station and get some water and food and salt. I’m gonna take a break. But if I sit down, I may not wanna get up as I’ll still have thirty miles to go. But if I don’t sit down, I’m probably not gonna make it through the next five miles. So. Sit down. Get food and water and salt in me. Wait awhile so my muscles can take it in and recover a bit. Then get up and I’ll be good as…as good as someone can feel after running seventy miles.
So I follow my plan. Amy’s there of course. She now has a wind breaker on and has a folding camp chair for me to sit in. I told her my plan and like she had read my mind (or saw how awful I was feeling five miles ago), she had heated up some broth. And as sacrilegious as this may sound, it was better than ice cream (at least at that moment).  She got me some s-caps (salt pills) that were on the water coolers at the aid station (I think I had about two or three of them). I drank a couple water bottles of water. And I lay on the ground thinking nothing would be better than just being done right now and being able to go to sleep. Oh man this feels great. Here comes a runner. Now I’m in…Oh wait. He’s with the relay race. So I’m still safe. Another runner came up. Crap. Now I’m in sixth. But he had somewhere to be by 2:00 and wouldn’t be able to finish. So he dropped. Why do I care which place I’m in? I don’t deserve any glory for how I’m finishing this race. But I’m gonna finish it. Now I just need to get up.
My resting time was drawing near to an end. Amy knew the shivers were on their way, and as soon as I convinced myself to finally get up, there they were. I kept Amy’s jacket so I didn’t die before the next five minutes were over. But the uncontrollable shivers shook me like an old man. I hate those shivers. I know they go away after a few minutes of exertion, even if it’s just walking. I leave the aid station. I’m freezing, but I didn’t quit. And I feel much better, excepting for the shivers.
Those ten to fifteen minutes helped so much. Once the cold was finally gone, I could fully appreciate how much better I felt. How did I ever come up with that thought process feeling the way I did? But I’m glad it came to me or my race report would be over right now.
I was on my final five miles of loop three and I don’t think I’ve seen any of the lead runners come back passed me yet. But no bother. I’m moving and feeling pretty good. This five mile stretch is one of the longest in the whole race and the only section longer is the five mile return trip after starting your fourth loop. Here comes the front runner. I can’t see who it is, but was hoping it was Nathan (Leehman). I recognized his face the few times I passed him near the end of each loop, but couldn’t remember where I’d seen him before. Then I saw his name in the books at one of the aid stations and was able to put the two together. Here comes the second runner. And he’s running too. And the same with the third. No hope for top three. But why would I expect to be there with the last five hours of getting whooped on by the trails? It wasn’t until I was coming down the last hill, about a mile from the start/finish, that I passed two runners going the other way. One was the one that had ‘recently’ passed me and the other was moving slow enough to be another hundred-miler. I was coming down hill. I could run a bit. It was rocky, and when it was too rocky, I slowed down. But overall, I was able to run the rest of the way in to finish my third lap (75 miles). The time was 15 hours 40 minutes 40 seconds. Not too bad. If I just keep that up for this last lap, I can finish in just under 22 hours. If. If is a nice word.
I told Amy how much better that felt and how I was able to run parts and how the muscle cramps had vanished and how close I was (about three miles behind) the next runner. I was excited. I got some stuff in me and headed back out. Joe (Prusaitis- race director) asked me if I was done or if I had another lap to do. “I wish I was done, but I’m heading back out.” He informed me that there was a system coming by that might miss us, but also might be dumping some rain on us. I found out when we got home that Houston had quite the rain storm. And if there’s one thing I don’t need right now, it’s some rain (warm or cold) to cool me off even more and force me to quit early. Just twenty five more miles. Just one more ‘marathon’ to go. So I left the start/finish and headed back out-running. After about thirty seconds, I realized that the trail was slightly uphill on the way out. That sucks. Well, right now it sucks. I’ll be pretty happy about it when I get back on it and take the downhill express to the finish line. But I can’t get myself to run or even jog for that matter. So I set out and speed walk, because that’s what my legs are allowing me to do. If I have to speed walk this whole lap, I’ll speed walk a marathon to finish this race.
As I’ve already mentioned, this five mile section is long. And it did get longer even though I just got done running it. It’s amazing how much longer it is from aid station to aid station when you walk. At least it’s amazing when you’ve been out running all day long. Most people would realize this and not think anything of it. But I was so used to being an hour or less from the next aid station. And now I was an hour and a half. And that extra half hour is like an eternity. The night probably doesn’t help it seem any faster either. I finally end up walking in to Boyle’s aid station (I didn’t run a bit that whole time). I  need another break. Luckily Amy brought a blanket for me this time. And more broth. With the windbreaker on and the blanket over my legs, I was nice and toasty. There was another hundred-miler sitting next to me. We talked a bit. He was finishing his third lap and I was more than happy I wasn’t in his place, even though he was only ten miles behind me.
Should I quit? The car is right here (Amy drove over). I could be in bed and be asleep in seconds. And that would make me so happy. I think I’m gonna quit. Eighty percent of the race is complete. I did eighty miles. That’s more than most people would even dream of doing in a few months, and I did it in less than a day. But I’ve never DNF’d before. What excuse will I tell people? I don’t like excuses. They wouldn’t understand. They don’t know what it feels like to be on this terrain for eighty miles. But all I think they’ll hear is ‘You didn’t finish? What happened?’ And then I’d have to try to explain something that would never make sense in their heads. I have to keep going. But it feels so good to just sit here. Can’t I just quit and have no one bother me about this race? And if I quit, then I won’t feel like I have to do the Bandera 100k race in January (which’ll save us a couple hundred bucks) since I won’t be completing the Tejas 300 (Cactus Rose 100, Bandera 100k, and Rocky Raccoon 100). So this will help us financially and help me feel a lot better right now.
Up again with the uncontrollable shivers. I didn’t forget the huge hill that was fast approaching this time. At the top of the hill I can see the cloud cover and the lightning passed the far hilltops. It doesn’t seem like we’re gonna get rained on. And that makes me happy. At least something’s gonna be nice to me. I go up the rocky beast and curse it one last time: ‘Til next year you bastard! Down the last of the rocky hill chain, I’m back to where I saw my tarantula a few hours earlier. I still haven’t ran a bit, but the walking can go from super slow to speed walking as the trail is now a jeep path and rocks are nowhere to be found. I’ve been passing numerous groups of hundred-milers and their pacers (you know they’re pacers because they’re talking/singing/etc. with the runner they’re with, and nobody who’s been out all day long has any desire to say anything but grunts). I’m so glad I’m not where they are. I don’t know how they can do it. And every race convinces me more and more that those are the really strong ones. Sure, it’s hard to go fast for a hundred miles. But at least if you go fast, you can get it done in twenty hours or so. These guys are out here for thirty plus hours. They will have seen the sun rise twice during the same race. And they (some of them) will still stick it out ‘til the end. Those are the real crazies. Not me.
I’m back at Equestrian aid station. Just fifteen more miles. Just two more tough hills and the rest is basically flat. I can do this. But man, it’d feel so great to just stop. I take another break and sit down with a blanket. I’m ‘double or nothing’ for the third time in a row and it’s only a matter of time before my luck runs out and I actually quit. I’ve done nothing but walked for the last ten miles. And it is killing me that I can’t get my body to run. If I can’t run the race, why should I finish? I just need to quit and let people that ran a smarter race get their buckle. I don’t deserve it. But somehow, I upped myself out of that chair, freezing once again, and walked with ever-chattering teeth and a shaky flashlight for the next mile. After I made it up and down the next rocky hill (Ice cream), I passed what would turn out to be the last hundred-milers that made it out before the cut off time to start the third loop. It was really nice having the whole trail to myself. And since there was not a single big hill to worry about for the next eleven miles or so, I could speed walk on the non-rocky trails. I think I’m really gonna make it now. No, I’m definitely gonna make it. It’s flat for the next eleven miles, so they don’t really count. Then one big rocky hill with its even worse downhill followed by the best part of the race: the last mile. And it’s all downhill (at least slightly).
By the time I got into Nacho’s aid station for the last time, I was actually happy and not thinking about quitting. I gave Amy her jacket back. I got a bit to drink. Ate an orange. Kissed Amy and left walking again. No more shivers for me. I got a race to finish. I speed walked the whole way to Equestrian aid station. And I repeated the same entry/exit as I had at the last aid station. Five more miles to go! “Amy- What time is it?” “3:37.” Ok. 3:37. I just heard someone say something about 4.5 miles. This section must not be a whole five. That’s good. If it takes me a whole hour and a half, I’m not gonna break twenty-four hours. I know I told myself over and over these past many hours that I didn’t deserve to finish, but I still want to come in before twenty four hours. So. The five mile loop back home. If I run kinda slow, I finish it in about forty minutes. That’s around eight minute pace. So if I speed walked it, maybe that would be around sixteen minute pace. Sixteen minute pace for five miles is, is, is eighty minutes. That doesn’t leave me much leeway. And then there’s that hill. That’ll definitely slow me down. I’m gonna have to run/jog some of these parts. I’ll just run while I count down from ten to zero. Then I’ll take a break for a few minutes and do it again.
I’m into the forest doing my “run”/walk thing when I came up on a light in front of me. This can’t be the guy I passed. Who is this? He’s a hundred-miler, or else he’d be running at least a little bit more. We say a few things to each other, knowing that we’ll both finish as we have now completed ninety-six percent of the race. I continue my “run”/walk and quickly leave him behind. Now out of the forest and starting to make my ascent up the last treacherous hill, I see a small group of what looks like three runners. Who are they? I don’t remember being passed by that many people. But I was sitting down at so many aid stations and was surely not paying attention to anything around me. The trail bent back on itself, so it was awhile before I saw them again. I started imagining what the rest of the course was in my head. There was the uphill, turn and flat. Then another turn, uphill, and flat. Then the last mother of a hill, the downhill, and then a tiny steep section that led to the blissful mile-long downhill to the finish line. But I kept going up, turning, up, and wasn’t getting to that awful hill. Where are you? Why don’t you just get over here so I can walk up you one last time? I just want to be done. Get over here! There’s the lights from the runners I saw earlier. They’re up the big hill a little ways, but they’re not moving. Nature called one final time for them. I passed them as I walked as quickly up that hill as possible. It droned on forever, but I was in much better spirits (being so close to finishing and all), so it didn’t matter at all. I got to the top and might have said some choice words to all the hills in the area, and started my descent into happiness. There’s the steep uphill. Now I’m on a rocky trail. I don’t remember this being rocky, but I don’t care. My forefoot (on both feet) has never hurt so much in my life before. They are aching every step and have been for the last twenty plus miles. But nothing matters anymore. Nothing can keep me from finishing now. I repeat my run count downs. Start running. Ten, nine … zero. Break. Repeat. Ten, nine … zero. Break. I think I should up this to twenty. Twenty. Run four steps. Nineteen. Run fours steps. Zero. Break. Repeat. Now I’m to where the loops split and it’s only about a half mile to the finish. I gotta finish strong or I won’t be coming in before that twenty-four hour mark. And I’m gonna hate myself if it’s just a few seconds or minutes after. Gotta keep running. No more breaks. Just go. There’s a light up ahead. That better not be a hundred-miler (it was a relay team). Here’s another light. I try to say ‘Good job’ to him, but my emotions are running wild now and as I say ‘Good job’ to him it comes out like when you’re trying to talk right before you cry and it’s just a bunch of air and indecipherable whimpers. So I just give him the thumbs up as I pass him. And there’s the lights from the Lodge. The happiest thing I’ve seen all day long (besides Amy of course). I’m coming in and Amy, not knowing if it was me, is asking “Matt?” “Yeah.” I get through the finish and I look up at the clock. 23 hours 48  minutes 24 seconds. I made it under twenty four. Twenty minutes slower than last year, but I still made it. Joyce (Joe’s wife) and Amy come over and hug me. I’m practically in tears I’m so elated to be finished. The hurt is gone, at least until I wake up and can’t hardly walk. I tell Joyce that I swear Joe must have brought in a few extra truck-fulls of rocks for this year’s race.
A few seconds before my headlamp
 and flashlight crossed the finish line
And if I don’t step on another rock until Bandera (the 100k race I’ll be doing in January), I’ll be just fine with that. I’m not quite crying, but I feel like it I’m so relieved. I go sit down and get some dry clothes out and Amy helps me change into them. A few minutes later, Joyce comes over to me with a little boot. “You were fifth place. Here you go. Congratulations.” “I thought there were only rewards for the top three male/female for the two races.” “Sometimes Joe likes to go overboard.” That Joe. I love him. Even with this evil race. I’ll be out here in January to run again. And I’ll be out here next October to run the 100 again. He puts on one hell of a race and I’ll run any of these super long races with him and Joyce at the helm.

Amy and I look at the results. I’m fifth overall. Fourth was an hour and a half in front of me. But sixth and seventh were just ten minutes behind me. Wow. I didn’t think I would finish it from about mile 60-80 or so. But I did. And my biggest help was my lovely wife who gets a birthday weekend away from the kids only to spend it crewing for me all day long. Man I love her so much. I gave her my race jacket as a thank you, which means a lot because I love those jackets Joe gets us. I know I wouldn’t have finished the entire race if Amy hadn’t been there. I’m so thankful for an understanding and helpful wife. She's the greatest crew for races, and more importantly, for life.
After a few hours of sleep, I waddled over to get my picture taken with my buckle and 5th place boot.

Amy loves when I sleep with my eyes half closed.

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