Pop……and it was over.
Before I put this report together I had the following
thoughts:
- Should I even do one?
- This will be the shortest report ever!
- Who cares?
- Save the boo-hoo story.
Well, I will take this time for me. Maybe throwing this out
into the universe will help with the coping. Maybe it will help me get it out
of my system. Maybe one day I can revisit it and laugh. Well, no matter what
the outcome, I will do this one for myself.
Wasatch 100 is my favorite race. It is the toughest race I
have ever done and I love it. This year was to be a year of great achievement.
I thought I had a great game plan coming into 2012. Lined up a lot of great
races, fantastic training runs, started Pilates and was very consistent with
everything. This was my year! I was ready from Day 1. I am fortunate to have the
best running partners on the planet- The HUMR’s. Running with this group of people makes it so
much fun and I look forward to getting out on the trails. They all played a
major role this year- got me out the door, pushed me to go farther, pushed me
to go faster, kept me consistent and most importantly- made it enjoyable.
Thanks you all!
Leading up to the race I was sure I would finish (I was 2
for 2 heading in) and my main focus was under 28 hours. I did sub 30 last year
so with the year I have had I knew it was more than possible. When I arrived at
the start I was a little nervous but I have been here before. This was my superbowl,
my big dance, my 2012 rolled into one race. I shared “good lucks” and “see you
at finish” comments before the game was on. My plan was simple enough- get out
quicker and not get stuck on the long climb. Well, I did just that. I felt
great and hit Fernwood right where I wanted to be. Throughout the climb to the
top and I was enjoying it. I was looking forward to different sections on the
course and the AS and looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces throughout
this journey. When I was up above chinscraper I was still very excited. I was
ahead of where I thought I would be time wise and still felt good. I stopped at
the spring and filled my bottles to ensure I would take enough in before I hit
Francis Peak. I knew it would be hot and I wanted to stay ahead a bit on
hydration. I holstered my bottles and was off. About a ¼ mile from the spring
while enjoying some beautiful single track I felt a POP. It kinda felt like
someone shot me. I immediately shot straight up and fell to the ground. The 2
runners right behind tried to avoid me but no luck on the small trail- the fell
right over my legs. We all apologized for the pile up and they politely asked if
I was okay. I responded- “oh ya- sorry about that.” Inside I knew I wasn’t. I
got up- dusted off, wiped the blood from my knee and shin and started to assess
the damage. What the hell just happened- I thought. I walked a few steps and my right hamstring
felt like it was about to cramp. I was hoping it was just a tight hamstring and
that I could work it out in a mile or 2. I do believe part of me was in denial.
In the back of my mind I knew I was in trouble. I had 88 more miles to go. I
kept thinking- if I make it to Big Mountain and see my friends and family maybe
I can rally.
The service road to Francis Peak is very runnable and I was
hoping to get there and coast in. At Grobbens Corner I filled my bottles and
tried to get down the road. Fellow HUMR Jim Skaggs caught me here and we
discussed what was going on. He said- “maybe it’s just tight and it will loosen
up”, that sounded good to me and I was hoping for the same thing so 2 votes was
a good thing. Nothing he could do here to help and I watched him take off down
the road.
I made in to FP and saw Rick Robinson there with my drop
bag. He saw something was wrong and we talked briefly about it. He offered to
drive over to Bountiful B if I wanted to continue to see if it would indeed
loosen up. Why not? I had nothing to lose. My calendar was free so I wasn’t
going to be wasting my time. I left FP and did everything I could to get moving
again. A few miles down the road it became even more apparent something was
wrong when I had a hard time getting y right foot off the ground and over rocks
and trees. I was tripping everywhere. I tried to enjoy this section because I
knew I was done. Runners were passing me asking if I was okay and I just let
them know I was fine and wished then luck on their way. When I finally hit the
Bountiful AS I was devastated. I tried to keep my emotions in check because
there were so many people around. I signed the DNF paper and it was over- just
like that.
On the drive down with Rick, we shared some good stories. It
helped take my mind off what just happened but by the time I got home it really
hit me. I was absolutely crushed. It felt like a dream. This wasn’t really
happening. Dropping out 24miles into a
100 mile race- are you serious! What about my pacers? They take time off work
and I stood them up- nice……
The past few days have been pretty dark. I turned off my
phone and just tried to process it all. I was so disappointed. I hurt- not my
leg but my insides. How do I explain this to my kids? They think their dad is
super human. They were looking so forward to running on the grass across the
finish line at the Homestead. That was their time………
The road to recovery has begun- physically, mentally and
emotionally. I really have no idea how this will turn out and when. I don’t
deal well with failure. The disappointed I feel still after 3 days is a little
overwhelming. Yes, I know part of me is most likely having a pity party but
this is tough. I was ready this year. I was ready big time. I prepared all year
and had some great visions of what the day would be like. I never once thought
I wouldn’t finish. I was not prepared for this…….