Even though I had achieved my daily goal of finishing before 11 PM yesterday, we still had to drive a few myles down the road to the campground. Once there my ritual of eating, icing the shins, and cleaning off began. My Mom has made some homemade pinto beans so I took my time to enjoy -at least- 5 burritos. This meant I wouldn't actually lie down until almost 1 AM. But those two hours of settling in became normal routine. What I learned is that my body and mind became more settled after a couple of hours and my sleep was much more restful rather than tossing and turning.
Up the next morning at 3:30 AM. I still had it in my mind that I was going to get ahead of schedule to cut into those final two days. Still no soreness in the muscles just an overall malaise and each morning it was getting more difficult to tear my back away from my mattress. I only had 50 myles today, which was the shortest so far, and with plenty of access points after Hwy 50 my thinking was to add 5 to 10 myles. But one step at a time so I would make that decision later. For now though, I commenced with my normal breakfast routine: Muesli mixed with fruit and hot tea, got up to date on the previous day behind the scenes events, and out the door by 5:30 AM.
|Start of Day 4|
|Not feeling it|
|Managed a smile despite the way I was feeling|
The first time we would see the crew was at Sargent's Mesa - 20 myles from Hwy 114. Half way there and the trail is just a nasty myriad of baby head rocks. It's flat and wide but rocks everywhere. I was starting to come out of my fog and do a bit jogging. I always knew my energy level was coming back because our conversations became longer. I very vividly remember talking about nutrition and how America is conditioned for convenience, which results in a lot of processed unhealthy food. Deep thoughts about how we were going to revolutionize the North American diet. It's a problem that probably won't be fixed anytime soon. The trail eased up on the rocks and I could sense we were getting close based on time. Then we passed two thru hikers who said "you must be Fast Eddy"... they had passed -and been fed by- my crew at Sargent's Mesa and indicated we were only a mile or so away. That put a little pep in my step. This was a crew stop that was agreed upon this morning so I was more realistic on a timetable. Arriving just before noon and although I was now feeling relatively good I needed this break. Nicole and Rick had laid out a smorgasbord of food. Just like Snow Mesa, the views up here are expansive and with a blue bird day, it was a great day to be alive.
|Nicole, Livvy, and Hampton at Sargent's Mesa|
|Rick at Sargent's Mesa|
|I'm doing my best to smile|
|The crew at Sargent's Mesa|
|Gotta get to the base of that mountain (Mt Ouray 13,971) to reach Marshall's Pass|
|Let the euphoric running begin|
Up until now I had always climbed better than anything else but this hill I really struggled. We were nearly at 12,000 ft so maybe that played into my fatigue -maybe not- I just know that my lows were becoming lower. Not only were lows-lower but they became more sustained. Once we passed through a gate on the Continental Divide I knew we had less than 4 myles to the Marshall's Pass -and better yet- it was all downhill. It was just after 4 PM when we hit the final dirt road leading into the pit stop and I noticed I was becoming clumsy. I had been kicking a bunch of rocks. Rocks that make you turn around to look for the culprit, saying "what the hell did I just kick?!?". All the while muscles are seizing up trying to catch the fall. I wasn't falling just stumbling. So I told Matt that I wanted him to take pictures of all the rocks I kicked and I would started a Twitter feed with a hash tag of "ShitJaimeKicks". It never materialized but made light of my frustration. At this point I needed to laugh -at me- and I needed everyone else to follow suit.
|Almost there but running out of steam|
From the highest of highs to a new low, I arrived into Marshall pass around 4:45 PM. I had averaged about 3.75 MPH and just like I wanted, surprised my crew as they were just beginning to get set up. I needed to sit and relax but in my head it was "tick-tock-tick-tock". I told my crew I wanted to be in and out -15 minutes max- so that I could get to Hwy 50 by 9PM. If I could do that then I would make a decision to push another 5-10 myles to get ahead of schedule. My overall schedule was such that I would finish in 7 days 21 hours and break the record by 15 hrs but I wasn't even half way there so I couldn't think about the end result just yet.
True to my word, my crew had fed me a cheese quesadilla, Ramon noodles, a can of Coke, and refilled my pack in less than 15 minutes. It was great having my parents there, not to add more people attending to me, but they served as a crew to the crew. Like I said before, this was a well oiled machine and practically anything I asked for they had. Rick Hessek would stop at Marshall Pass to get back to work but Matt continued on for the next 14+ myles to Hwy 50. This next section (15) is one of the prettiest sections as we intersect the Monarch Crest loop (famous biking section). We climbed up to 12,000 ft along the Continental Divide and then shot down Fooses Creek, which is a small alcove with lots of lush green undergrowth. Very pleasant and calming environment.
|The energy has left me - CDT/CT above Marshall's Pass|
|Signage for that right turn|
|All down to Hwy 50 from here|
That little adrenaline jolt, coupled with the fading light, had me running down faster than I had been. In addition, the twilight hours always gave me a boost mentally that translated into physical for at least an hour. I had been turning on my light around 8:30 PM every night so I was constantly checking my watch while trying not to stumble on the trail. Twisting and turning and -on and on- I was sure we could make it to the Fooses Creek TH before dark. We crossed a very nice bridge which I mistook as the final time we would cross Fooses and the TH was no more than 1/4 mile away... Once again my mind had me closer than what we actually were. I could tell Matt was getting antsy as well, maybe because of my comments of "we are almost there..." I felt a little more at ease when I knew Matt was feeling the same way I was on most nights so I became more vocal with my frustrations to Matt. Although it didn't solve the problem of getting there any quicker, it released pent up tension I was carrying. It felt good to vent and accept the fact that every night was going to be the same. Embrace the night.
Finally at the TH and now I'm sure it's no more than 3 myles to Hwy 50. It's just after 9 PM and I can't wait to be done. The thought of going another 10 myles after Hwy 50 was not an option anymore. Although I was happy about another successful day on schedule, I began to worry about the days ahead. By the time we met Rick in the truck just short of Hwy 50, I was exhausted both mentally and physically. I tried to keep my thoughts in the moment rather than look ahead and when I did I was much happier: "I'm half way home.... No mechanical breakdowns... The iRunfar and First Endurance crews are coming out tomorrow..."
|Zombie like state at Hwy 50 - photo by iRunfar|
Matt had gone the distance with me today. I couldn't have been more proud of him. He not only had to do his best to motivate me during those final hours but make also sure I was eating and drinking. All the while filming, take pictures and carrying all the camera gear for 50 myles. We had a mini celebration with a side hug as we rounded the corner and could see the lights from the crew cars. I remember getting to the truck and immediately being surrounded by people I couldn't see, only headlamps. I hugged my wife, stopped my SPOT and was immediately handed a beer from Byron Powell. A EddyLine Crank Yanker IPA in which he marked up with "Fast" in front of "EddyLine". My parents and Rob and Sylvia Kunz were also there so I did my best to greet and thank everyone but I know what I was saying was not exactly making sense. Then I was whisked away to the campground a few myles down the road. I was really confused as to where we going and made a comment to Rick "aren't we going the wrong way?" to which he replied "Don't worry about it, we've got a spot at an RV park with a hot shower". I knew full well my crew was taking care of me but for the fact that I was now second guessing that notion caused me great concern.
Myles: 49.9 (232.1)
Time: 15h 33m (69h 19m)
Elevation: 8826 (43,888)
Myles to go: 253.7
*Time reporting can be confusing. My anniversary time for one day is 5 AM so even though I report 3 days 16 hours getting into Hwy 50, it's actually day 4 on the trail up until 4:59 AM. When I start again in the morning, say if it's 6:00 AM then my exact time for reporting will be 4 days 1 hour, however, day 5 on the trail