And then, well, then we got to the base of the first climb.
I knew things weren't going to get any better, or easier, so reluctantly I told Baboo, I'm done. I kissed him goodbye and decided to continue on the half marathon course. Before I left, though, I had some Nutella on a graham cracker. Well, wouldn't you? You know who puts Nutella at a trail ultra aid station? The best aid station volunteers in the world, that's who.
So, I turned right, instead of left, and headed down on the half marathon trail:
See this part way over on the right?
Yeah. I forgot about that.
The downhill, but the way, is not as nice as it looks. There is no shade, and lots of loose ground and bare boulders to go over. Plus, I forgot that after you reach the bottom, there is yet MORE climbing. And due to lack of training, my legs were toasted. I kept repeating to myself Don't forget how much this sucks. Don't you forget about how much this sucks and sign up to do it next year. DON'T DO IT. don't you do it.
I finished the half marathon, but of course I'm not listed as a finisher because that's not the one I started.
One thing that was fun: The half marathon actually started at 8, and I had started at 6. About 2 miles from the finish, the front runners caught up to me. So the moral of the story is, you can give me a 2-hour head start and still beat me. :)
Baboo, went on to finish this in just under 10 hours.
And, yes, (sigh) I'll probably try to clear up my DNF next year. I'll have to run up and down the 10,000 mountain near my house to do it, but I have to do something. I hate have DNFs. I always go back and clear them.
IF YOU GO:
Take a tank of oxygen.