Wow. Just wow. I can't even believe my good fortune at FANS this year. I though about all of you cyber space people out there..I knew damn well I didn't want to come back and post that I couldn't take the heat and that I bailed the race.
I'm happy to say that I didn't bail. I surpassed my wildest dreams.
Following is the race report I sent to my online running friends.
I will have pictures later, my camera went home with another inadvertently but I'll have it back next weekend.
Thank you for all of the well wishes prior to the race and for all of the
congratulations following the race. It means very, very much to me.
I was very frightened to run FANS this year after losing it mentally last
year. I bailed at 11 hours because "I wasn't having fun." I even verbalized my
unhappiness to the volunteers, runners and the race staff. I whined about
how much it all sucked and that I would never be back again. Bad Move. I have
been apologizing all year long.
Much was learned from that race. I learned that I need to eat constantly to
keep the bitchiness away and to fuel myself for the long haul. I learned
that I had to become tough mentally. I learned that when I went through a bad
patch I couldn't bag it. I was going to hang in, I was not going to climb into
my car and bail.
I was still scared to death.
Race morning was beautiful. Sunny, breezy; just how I like it. I felt good,
strong. I was afraid of FANS but I was going to do whatever I could to 1)
reach 100 miles which seemed impossible to me and 2) run the full 24 hours. I
had never been able to complete either of those goals in the past.
I had printed off a runner's splits from last year who had run 104 miles. I
had highlighted where I wanted to be in mileage at what time and told myself I
could obtain this goal. I still wasn't convinced.
At 5 hours I was on target, at 12 hours I was on target and by 15 hours I
had surpassed the 104 pacing chart. From 6 hours on, I felt euphoric. Everything
just clicked. I was on a high. I was running strong, I was eating, drinking,
I had great helpers (Duke and Eve) who were taking care of my every need,
the volunteers were uplifting. Jeffrey came out to run 5 laps with me, my
friend Kevin ran the night 12 hour race; his first ultra and reached 44 miles! It
was all very incredible. I felt like I was running in a dream and that I
would probably wake up tomorrow morning and it would be race day.
At 20 hours I pulled into Scott and Alicia's aid station for 100 miles. I
was in shock. I couldn't believe I had reached that number. I had met goal one.
I told them this was a 24 hour race and I would be back for more laps.
I began to slow down, but still ran, for another 4 hours.
116.8 Miles, 2nd woman and 4th overall. That's nuts. It surpasses my wildest
dreams. I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't!
So, set those goals and work toward them. The are attainable. That's the
Thanks again; so very very much. I appreciate each and every 'good job,'
'you look good' 'go girl, this is the race of your life' that I heard along the
You guys rock.