|You get custom-made bibs at this race. People wearing pink|
are those doing the race for the first time. Everyone else gets blue.
|This was the Garmin profile from all four loops.|
Loop 3, I was still hanging onto the fantasy. I was going to finish all 100 miles. I was going to have my crew come out and run to the finish with me. I started slowing, however, toward the end of loop 3 (mile 46), and my feet were starting to hurt.
|There's not a lot of bushes to pee behind out here. |
I saw JoJaJogger out there but lost sight of her after my 2nd loop - wanna give a shout out. She finished, and took home 100 mile buckle! I also saw Catra Corbett, more than once. She's tiny. She won the costume contest.
It slowly dawned on me that it's not just the training that your legs need, it's cumulative time on your feet. That has to be there. My 3rd loop was just over 4 hours. I was pretty happy with my time so far. I figured if I averaged 4 hours on my first 3 loops, I could then go to 5 hours per loop for the next three, and still make the 9:30 am cutoff to begin the final 9 mile loop.
I had this other idea, severely misguided, that the time on my feet wouldn't be such a big deal now that I was lighter. I tend not to blister. I figured that, with a nearly 30 pound weight loss, time on my feet wouldn't be such a big deal. Right?
|Sunset on the Pemberton Trail. These pictures were stolen from|
Raj, another ultrarunner I have the privilege of knowing.
I came in, from my third loop. Dread Pirate and SWTriGirl had arrived to take over crewing, and Courtney got ready to pace me. Sweet Baboo went to do the rest of his run. I changed into dry bra, shirt, and socks. The sun had set, and we donned our headlights as we headed out. I had changed into more comfortable shoes. My legs were a bit tired, but that was all.
|Me: not being cute, just trying to finish.|
From time to time, I would accidentally kick loose rocks. They weren't big rocks. But it was the same spot, on the same foot, each time, with my big left toe, and I knew that I was going to lose that toenail. The last time I kicked one it felt like someone had shoved a knife under my toenail. I swore and staggered for a bit, and it took a while for the pain to go away, and then I was left with the rest of the pain.
At the last aid station, a man asked if he could try something to help my aching knees, and I was like, uh, sure. I sat down and he started waving what looked like a short knitting needle up and down me and then around my knees.
I waited for him to actually touch the knee, but that never happened. After a few minutes of this he said, "how does that feel"?
?? How should it feel, I thought. You didn't do anything.
I settled on saying that I didn't really notice a difference, but I appreciated him taking the time to try.
Unbeknownst to me during this time my ankle, which I had rolled 2 weeks prior, was starting to swell. I'm not sure if it had anything to do with the final results, because it didn't seem like it hurt, but there was so much pain going on that I am not sure I would have noticed.
At one point, the trail suddenly tilted down to the left, and I had to walk up toward the right, off the trail, to maintain my balance. Courtney said something like, "uh, stay on the trail now," and I realized there was no tilt. It was me. By the time I was headed in for the final 5 miles of my run, I knew there would be no 5th loop, or 6th, or 7th. I didn't have another 40 miles in me.
The other thing that happened was beginning to become concerning: Two to three times per mile, I started having to pee. I'm not sure why this was happening, but after the 7 or 8 mile mark this was accompanied by diarrhea. I've often been pretty satisfied at the fact that I don't get sick to my stomach, but this was not a helpful alternative. My stomach was cramping a bit, but it was minor compared to what was going on my feet and legs.
The pain in my feet, ankles, and knees started radiating upward. My hips hurt. Then my back. My back hurt so much that when I coughed, which was often (I was trying to fight off a cold) the contractions just about knocked me sideways with how much my back hurt. I finally started crying, because everything just hurt so much. I hate crying in front of people. Hate it.
At JJ there was no holding onto anything, because everything was a cactus. The loose rocks, which hadn't bothered me at all before, bothered me quite a bit. Every step was excruciating. There was no relief. The ache turned into searing pain. As we made the final descent to headquarters, I was walking at about a 25 to 30 minute pace. I stopped and sat down several times, desperate to get off my feet. I never expected pain like this. I've had three very large babies, one of them with no drugs, but it was nothing compared to this.
Runners headed out for their 5th or 7th loop passed me HEY YOU'RE LOOKING AWESOME!! as they went by.
The pain worked its way into my lower back. I was so pissed - I wasn't too tired to run. I wasn't too breathless to run. But my feet were too worn out to continue. If it had been anything but the pain, Courtney could have kept me going. They all could have. But the cumulative pain of everything in me from the waist down was too much.
About a mile from Jeadquarters, Dread Pirate came out with another guy, Mike, and walked in with me. She talked me into taking a gel, and some water. On this loop, I had had 2 PBJ sandwiches, 3 cups of Ramen, 2 cups of iced coca-cola, some sports beans, several enduralytes, some sport legs, and 64 ounces of Gatorade, but the last I'd eaten was at the last aid station. I was moving so slowly and having stomach cramps, so what was the point in eating?
|This picture was taken the next day, when|
most of the swelling had gone down.
Dread Pirate, SWTriGirl, Courtney and Andy hovered around me, trying to get me to eat, putting warm clothes on me, because I was cold and in pain, and started shaking. SWTriGirl brought me pizza, and THAT I would eat. I was just sick of sweet stuff. They brought me water. Andy started taking off my shoes and leg sleeves, and when he gripped my right ankle, I yelled.
My ankle looked like a doorknob had been shoved under my skin. I'd never seen it so swollen, even after I turned it. In fact, both my feet were swelling.
About then I started crying again, getting all snotty and messy, apologizing to everyone, because they'd come out for nothing. I was done, we all knew it. It was after 1:00, and there was no way, even if I wasn't in pain, to suddenly run two loops faster than I'd run any of the others. After about 30 minutes, I hobbled over, turned in my chip, and since I'd finished 4 laps, I was given this:
|100K = 62 miles. The distance I went was technically 61.6|
miles, but I'm not going to split hairs.
|My puffer-fish feet the next day. They're actually in good shape., just swollen. |
It's hard to see how swollen my ankle is. You can see my only blister, a tiny toe-tip one on the 2nd toe on my right foot.