Our good friend Michelle ran her first 31 mile Ultra that day. So proud of her.
The course was great as it offered many historical sights and major landmarks around FT Worth. The first 10 miles included the stockyards, Sundance Square, The Ft Worth Zoo and more. The support was ample as aid stations were placed every 1.5 miles or so, distributing water, Powerade, and sometimes GU Gels.
I would say the weather cooperated nicely by offering us cloudy and breezy conditions in the 50's and 60's. I have learned to appreciate running in cooler and even very cold weather more than I ever thought I would.
Carla and I broke the starting line together. I was worried from the get-go about having to stop during the race at multiple porta-potties, therefore I drank water heavily 2 days prior, but not much the morning of the race. This proved not to be a wise choice the second half of the race.
The first 5 miles warmed us up and I realized I felt better than expected after being sick and not running for over 3 weeks. I began imagining myself shooting for a sub-4 hour finish. I was holding an 8:45 pace and ended up leaving Carla behind to chase my spur-of-the-moment decision of a 4 hour finish. By mile 12, I was hanging tight to my pace and had not had the urge to pee once. This encouraged me to push harder to see what I could make of a new PR. Things continued to go well until mile 17 when my fingers grew very tight, feeling swollen. This was the first sign of dehydration. Soon after heavy cramps developed in my lower quads, hams, and calves. With nervous desperation, I called my good friend and running mentor, Dave Carder. Dave always seems to have the answers I need, and the words of encouragement to give me a second wind. Dave suggested I reserve some immediate energy by walking through each aid station, and using that opportunity to hit the fluids heavily. Slowing down, taking on fluids, and a little stretching could allow me to grind out the last 5 miles. Despite following his good advice, I found myself on the curb multiple times trying to rub out multiple cramps so I could continue down the course. It got to a point at mile 21 where I questioned how I could stay in the race as the cramps were very severe, and a painful blister developed on the bottom of my foot. I limped to the nearest light pole on the curb and wondered how could I possibly go another step. I reminded myself that no amount of pain would keep me from the finish line so I begin putting one foot in front of the other once again. At this moment I hear a faint whistle from behind me and see my wife Carla had almost caught up to me. I instantly knew that together we would go on and see our kids at the finish. It was a grueling walk/jog/limp scenario the last 3 miles, but we managed to run across the finish line together and get our medals.
I wasn't proud of our times on this day, but I was never more proud to complete a race. Whenever you face great challenges that require deep amounts of will and courage to conquer through... you grow as a person. Your boundaries expand.
Thanks to my wife Carla for supporting my training, and for inspiring me with her own drive and accomplishments. She is a tough-as-nails chick, and I am blessed to have her in my life. Everyday I strive to be better, but in the end only half the person she is. Now we are training for our next race as well as our first ultra trail event.