The nice thing about this trip is that my wife came along, just the two of us, hanging out in sunny San Diego. So regardless of how the race turned out, the trip would be good. We got in late Thursday night and then spent all day Friday lounging around in La Jolla. I must say it was relaxing but every now and again I would remind myself I had to race in the morning - ugh. I could tell my mind was not fresh and soon enough I'd find out my body wasn't either.
|Nicole in La Jolla|
Right before the turn around I sensed my body was not going to hold on at that pace. I hit the 25 mile mark in 3.25 and now I had the chance to see where the 3 leaders were. Rod and Fabrice were about 10 minutes up, while 3rd place was only 4 minutes up. I got a little charge out of that and decided to push and see what I had. Pretty steady running for the next 12 myles and I found myself in 2nd place. I quickly asked the aid station how far up Rod was and they told me a demoralizing "30 minutes". Rod was running out of his mind!
|Mile 32 or so|
I basically walked the last 4 myles and really, really could not wait for this race to be over. I finished and I couldn't be happier to see Nicole waiting for me. She looked concerned, which means I looked like hell, and I immediately collapsed in a chair. After my Ultragen I must have downed 4 cokes in the span of 10 minutes. The cramps were still acting up in my legs so I just lounged in the chair for a good hour. Nicole said my face was caked in salt so I know I was doing enough electrolytes, I just think it was too hot for this Colorado boy
|Walking to the finish|
Next up, Jemez 50 mile on May 25th. What was I thinking??