Type of Race: Trail - it is 100% flat! This is a series of 4 marathons in 3 different states. I did the last 2 days
Goody Bag: Great shirt and picture card momento
Course: Trail route that is out and back. Day 1 repeats the route 4 times; day 2 repeats a varied route 2 times
Organisation and volunteers: Excellent organisation, despite the organisers travelling to different states for the 4 marathons in 4 days with equally excellent volunteers.
CPs: @ every 1-2 miles with water, gatorade, salty snacks, sandwiches, chocolate, oranges, bananas. On the second day there was pizza at a lot of the CPs
Weather: Day 1: @ 35 degs F - 75 degs F; Day 2: @ 40 degs F - 75 degs F. Both days there is a lot of sun
Start Time: 07:00
Location: Day 1: La Lorona Park; Day 2: Field of Dreams
Finish: Ends at start point
Post Runner Recovery: Lots of food; milk; drinks
There is a prize for the last runner. I was honored with this on my first marathon day!
Marathon #38: Breaking the Rules
I have read and been told the ground rules of marathon running and I broke all of them for the first marathon.
Reu dolled up with box and bones
1. Sleep well the nights before the marathon.
These count more than the night just before the day of the marathon. Had about 4-5 hours a night for the last 4 days (work and jetlag), including the night before as I was trying to dress up Reu (my tyre). The day of the marathon, my neck was sore :-( and still is sore. Ahh the joys of stress!
First 10 miles was fine but quickly after that my head and eyes were tired. I wanted to lie down. Thankfully Frank (one of the volunteers who was lead biker) decided to keep me company for the last 10 miles! Although I normally hate talking during the end stages of a marathon, the brain stimulation helped and was gratefully accepted.
2. Carbo-load the day before the marathon.
Didn't have much of an appetite the days before the marathon, but I did eat bread and junk snack food 2-3 days before the marathon. The night before the marathon, I wanted something healthy so I had a large green leaf salad.
On the day of the marathon, I carried 3 cereal bars and ate all 3 of them starting from mile 6 onwards. However the aid stations had plenty of food. Despite the leafy green salad, I did not particularly feel massively hungry and bowel functions were fine! No nasty "chemie" gels (like gu and others) were consumed. As DIY Diva (a running buddy) would say - "eat before you are hungry". This is a philosophy I now always use and don't need to eat those nasty gels!
The "evil" goatshead thorns
3. Never try something new in a marathon.
As well as Reu being a virgin tyre and would be her first run with me ever, I'd forgotten my sandals that I'd run in for the last 5-6 marathons with Ecuder. I had a pair of shoes I'd run in, but really wanted a pair of sandals as I hate hot feet. So the day before the marathon, I went sandal shopping. As this is the wrong season, shops were not selling sandals. However at the nth hour someone directed me to a "Payless" store. I power walked over there as time was ticking on towards shop closing time.
There was one style of sandals, a mens sandal reduced to $8. There were 2 sizes available: mens 8 or 9. I tried to kid myself I could fit into an size 8 and ran around the shop in them to test them. The shop assistant tactfully told me the mens 9 would look better on my feet! She was right, a mens size 9 fitted better, and so purchased them and ran in the marathon the next day. No regrets at all! Just had to learn to avoid the "evil" goatshead thorns that clasp onto your flesh and wedge into the sole of your foot. Having pulled out a ton of them from my sandals, I was glad I was forced to purchase a new pair of sandals as these nasty devils would have certainly pierced through the sole of my older pair.
In the Army
Doing a out and back 4 times to complete 26.2 miles is a brain challenge. As I am not particularly fast, a change of scenery helps stimulate my brain. However, quick exchanges of encouragement between runners is also helpful.
On the second lap of the out and back, the army were doing 5K runs along the trail. Am not sure if my exchange of "If I can take a tire, you'd better beat me to the finish!" was helpful. Well I was called an "animal"!
Having high-fived a number of marathon runners, one runner (Scott) pressed a medal into my hand. He runs for the fallen military heroes who have given their lives to their country. Although I certainly do not feel worthy of such a medal, thank you Scott for the encouragement to continue on with promoting "Reduce Your Trash".
Am hoping all runners can BYOB: "Bring Your Own Bottle" - to fill up with water/energy drink along the marathon course. This has the added benefit of being able to drink when you need it, rather than to drink when you have to because you are waiting to get to an aid station. Drinking from cups means the contents often spill on the ground and then the runner tossing the plastic cup on the ground a couple of hundred metres from the aid station.
Last lecture: Volunteers volunteer their time which is often unpaid time. Although picking up runners trash has become part of a volunteers role, it would be nice for them never to have to pick up runners' trash especially sticky gel packs that become glued to the ground. Runners: BYOB and leave trash at an aid station.
Marathon #39 to be written up at the end of next week!
TG's first mail item!
Package for Tyre Girl. Please sign here.TG:
Really? My first package EVER!Amused, TG signed for the package. It had a bit of weight and noted it was from altruistic Elaine, the RD from the Leading Ladies marathon.
TG wondered if it was one of Lady Suzette's shoes or perhaps something she'd left behind.
As TG explored the packaging, there on the taped side were some cryptic words:
19+ Champ Full
And why not?!
7 yrs old
Preplexed TG carefully opened the package. Upon seeing its contents TG burst into laughter......
TG, Reu and the champions trophy
A champions trophy for the under 19
On behalf of Ecuder, Reu accepts the champions trophy!
Reu's will be tasting her first marathon event on the 1st November.
Silver Sunday is a day of free activities for older people and on the 6th October
. I had been pulled in to help organise the Paddington Mile for the charity SilverFit (http://www.silverfit.org.uk/
). The morning went really well and we had about 15 silver surfers running round a track for a mile. I had been told to expect times of about 20 minutes. These silver surfers (aged between 50-80) ran times between 6-10 minutes!
The day went well, although received an ear bashing from a lady in her 70s who took exception to the day being called Silver Sunday and the charity being called SilverFit. Respectively I took Obama's stance: "I did not call it Silver Sunday, London called it Silver Sunday. As for SilverFit, it is a charity that was started by a lady in her 70s...."
And so I received even more ear bashing about how disrespectful and condescending I was.
Just hope I don't become a grumpy old lady when I grow up!!!
I hope I am like the 99% of the other ubber cool 70+ women I met, who had a sense of joy, humour and an active life :-)
I've looked everywhere.....under the tyres, in the wheels, within the collection of running shoes.....but I can't find it anywhere. My mojo fled after the 100 miler at the end of June. Long runs were beaten into submission.
Had hoped the last 2 marathons might have helped but no, "Lala" came out to play.
At the moment I don't like long runs. My head sometimes thinks it must go training, but after the first mile the brain melts to an unshakeable CBB (Can't Be Bothered) moment and soon the quick steps slow down to a plod. Two more miles are forced walked in the hope that the brain can send a signal...."OI legs! Do your job". The legs faff about further and the command centre forces the body to return back to base.
A quick check up on the body:
- Legs fine
- Body fine
- Head has an atitude problem.
With damp, grey days blasting away the last hot days of the year, nestling in a warmish room feels so much more motivating. Going to have to use diversion methods to shake up the brain to respond to running. Back to circuit training and spinning classes and maybe some hockey might sort me out.....
In the mean time a new tyre is being prepared. Maybe she (Reu) might inspire me to get running.
Running Thru the Barrel Room
Type of Race: Road and trail with signs; CPs @ every 2 miles.
Course: Some short uphills but mostly flat. Police control at traffic junction; coned areas on the road
Organisation and volunteers: Very good
CPs: Oranges/bananas, gatorade/water
Weather: Started in the 60s, warming up to the 90s
Start Time: 06:00
Start Location: In Jullian Park
Views: Riverside + vineyards + run thru the barrel room of the De Loach vinyard
Post Runner Recovery: Fruit + pancakes + beer
Pasta Dinner: Beautiful serene scenery at the De Loach vinyard. Great pasta + fantastic desserts
Reunited with Rec, joined by Chris
Someone has to be last in any event. I regularly hold that honoured position in marathons and ultras. On this occasion it would be the privilege of a young woman called Christine Bliss and I would like to tell her story.
She started her first marathon with me. In my dopey stupor (morning brain), she guided me round the first couple of miles through the city of Santa Rosa. When we got back onto a track I was familiar with, I ungraciously left her, confident that she would easily catch up with me later on when I would begin to slow down. Pulling a tyre is always a drag, and my race plan was to be at least:
- 5 miles into the course when the lead runner would over take me
- Closer to mile 6 when the rest of the pack would catch up
- over half way done when the sun would be blasting down heat (10am)
(During the event, the second to seventh caught up with me before crossing a bridge. 2 "spectators" directed us along the wrong path for a 100m before all had to u-turn to get back on track)
I thought of where I wanted to be, whereas Christine would be in a constant mind battle fending off the negative thoughts that wanted to suck her into a dark hole of depression. Note: Christine has suffered from long bouts of depression and being active has helped lift her moods, unveiling a renewed confidence in life.
At mile 16 when a San Francisco buddy caught up with me, I asked if she had seen Christine. She had, and Christine had been worried I might have got lost as she had not seen me. We had 10 more miles, but was still sure she would catch up with me as 10am was fast approaching and I had started slowing down.
By mile 18, the heat was liquidizing gels that runners had dropped on the ground and Christine could have quit/wanted to quit (I was at mile 19/20). I remember my first marathon was in Singapore, 2006. At mile 18 with salt depletion, I had hit the wall and had a buddy who I held onto to ensure I didn't fall flat on the floor.
At mile 18, Christine had no other support but herself. She was "flagging" and a thought drifted into her mind to quit. As the heat poured down, the nagging thought became louder. She was now at war. It would be so easy to give up, to fling herself onto the pile of despair, hopelessness and helplessness. Within herself, Christine found her warrior soul and by mile 20 she slew the demon that threatened to take her out of the race. Any further thoughts were "swish swash" destroyed. Christine once again conquered herself and she won the race. More importantly she has moved another milestone her life.
Rock on Christine 'cos you are a marathon finisher and you have a PR!
If you want to get yourself off the couch and become active, these URLs might help
For all ages: see www.parkrun.com
(worldwide) - free community based 5K runs every Saturday at 09:00. Need to register on the site.
For the 50+ see http://www.silverfit.org.uk/
(London based) - fitness activities with openly friendly faces
For anyone who would like to get into track and field see: http://www.sfactoracademy.co.uk/
Albert Tenaya's plays with his heart and soul
The Santa Rosa Marathon Expo was held in the countryside at the Deloach Vinyard. Walking to the main house, one is greeted with exhibitors and vendors providing the scene for a village fete, spiced up with an outdoor oven: baking pizzas and serving the local vino.
Walking through a tree lined arch to register, the spiritual melodies of an American Indian flutist (Albert Tenaya is a brilliant flutist
) surrounded you, leading you through a histroic journey where man and nature once walked and danced along the same path.
And in the background, an old friend waited patiently for us to arrive.
The amazing SAMM team
But just as we turned a corner, Ecuder spied the amazing Surgical Artistry Modesto Marathon
team with offerings of KT taping, and runner's products with their registration. (They offer an excellent service at their marathon event to all runners and a very flat course into the countryside bar one small hill - report here
). Ecuder rolled over to hugs and kisses, becoming a playful puppy dog.
Nice running form from Sammy :-)
And with that magnetic rubber personality, he managed to leash a human to become their coach. Ecuder was having a party.
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After visiting various stalls to obtain pledges to reduce trash (if you want to pledge and have your name on a tyre, see the Pledges link
), Ecuder playfully rolled over to the Barrel Room and persuaded Tyson to prove he was the Fastest Tyre Dragging Mixer of the West.
We had to slow down the video because Tyson was sooo fast.
May Ecuder retire happy and prosper
At the end of the day, a dedication to Ecuder whose spirit will be to encourage everyone to be active and reduce their trash by:
- refusing single use "stuff" (like coffee cups, take out containers, wrapping paper)
- reusing "stuff"
- repairing "stuff"
- use organisations like freecycle and freegle
He reminded runners about the poor volunteers who have to scrap off gel packs off the road when they are dropped anywhere and everywhere and leak their yucky goo onto the road.
Note: there are a number of runners who owe $5 to the organisation's charity
as well as to Earthwatch
for slowing us down to pick up gel packs off the road.
Ecuder's final retirement home is in the hands of an inspirational high school teacher at Gregori High School, Modesto. Ecuder will be helping change makers raise trash awareness. We got him a junior pledge buddy to keep him company.
Thank you everyone who signed and pledged to reduce their trash. Collectively we can change our disposable society's habits.
Let's do it!
(Registration shwag: light weight track top + bottle of wine + lots of other eats + glass of wine)
Ecuder and his new buddies
Rapid City is known as the city of the Presidents. So Ecuder found himself some friends to go "President spotting" at Mt Rushmore and in Rapid City itself.
Next stop was to look for the American Bison and other animals in a national park
Alas not much was seen and so the group headed back to Rapid City to sit down and play with the presidents where Ecuder learned about the history of the US presidents.
First person who sends the right answer to the US presidents found in the pictures will win......a used car tyre!
Type of Race:
Road with signs; CPs @ every 2 miles. Course:
A couple of short uphills but mostly downhill through a canyon at the side of a road. There was traffic control for the first 3-4 hours for the part of the course where there is not much of a hard shoulder.Organisation and volunteers:
Fruit, Pretzels, M&Ms, gatorade & waterWeather:
Surprisingly very good. In the 60s warming up to the 80sStart Time:
At the top of the black mountains. There is transportation by school bus from the Holiday Inn that leaves at 04:00Views:
Canyon and countrysidePost Runner Recovery:
Speakers (Tales from a Power Barbie and then TG) + a fashion show
Letters From Ecuder 4 Weeks After TG Last Ran and two weeks before the Leading Ladies Marathon
This is going to be a great race. It's all supposed to be downhill, so we can totally destroy the last PR/PB of 6:55.
Look forward to some training soon.
Your speedster tyre,
Response from TG
Sorry luv, that last 100 miler has burned me out and have lost the will to run. I'm busy at work. Maybe we can go sightseeing together. I hear the mountains in Spearfish are pretty, we can have a look some presidents carved into a piece of rock, there's badlands....lots of stuff to see together! We can have a holiday instead.
Love and kisses, TG
Ecuder voices concerns
I'd like to remind you that you will be talking at the pasta dinner as well as meet a couple of Power Barbies. We are expected to run and this might be my last run.
Am feeling my time to retire is due.
Please get your act together as the days are flying by and you are not fit unlike earlier on in the year.
Your concerned coach, Ecuder
Response from TG
My dear coach Ecuder,
Please forgive me
Love and hugs
Tyres can sulk. It wasn't deliberate, but TG's alter ego has to work to pay the bills, mortgage, repairs.....stuff! Tyres just don't understand that kind of stuff.
5 days before the event, TG took Ecuder out for a short 5km run. Ecuder was quietly not impressed and less so when TG's running buddy took over to try a pull. As TG continued to work long hours, Ecuder became even more subdued and deflated.
Lady Suzette - Spearfish's Pledge Tyre
The day before the event, we arrived at Spearfish to meet Elaine Doll and Lady Suzette. TG thought a cute l'il tyre would cheer up Ecuder but he refused to acknowledge her......"too girly".
As TG delivered her talk, Ecuder wished TG had brought Reu (soon to be introduced) instead. "It's a girl's race! Reu would have been more appropriate" Ecuder gumpily sat in the shadows as Lady Suzette lapped up the attention of ladies flocking round to sign her. She is the Spearfish pledge to reduce trash and to do something active for at least 30 minutes a day.
Note: Lady Suzette is living in Spearfish. Anyone who would like to sign their pledge, please contact someone from the Leading Ladies organisation. She is currently living with Elaine Doll (RD).
Start point: Notice anything missing?
4am rendezvous at the lobby of the Conference Centre. School buses had been organised to take all participants to the start point. The ride itself seemed long and arduous as the bus seemed to creep way up the mountain, sometimes struggling up steeper parts. But it was alive with chatter, women from all walks of life getting to know each other, empathising and sympathising.
On the pasta day, the temperature was in the 90s. TG had told Elaine (RD) that she had prayed for rain. Elaine said it was unlikely to happen as it's normally dry and hot during this time of the year and temperatures had been predicted to be in the 90s for race day.
Some missing fellas at the first check point
For about the first 12 miles there was no real hard shoulder. There was sometimes a grassy verge but also poison ivy waiting to scratch some unsuspecting runner.
A glimmer of sun threatened to bathe the canyon in sunlight, though thankfully it stayed quite cloudy so this really didn't happen for long.
Having worked long hours, TG found she was mentally tired. Ecuder sympathised and tried to glide over the rough edges of the tarmac. By 3-4 miles, TG wanted to sleep by the roadside but Ecuder pushed TG on and he sang a song.
Note: There is only one song the tyres sing....an ABBA song.
Mid way there is a short uphill section to "the Elvis turn-around" point. By 3 hours Elvis looked done! After the Elvis turn around, there is a hard shoulder with coarse tarmac. Ecuder tried to glide but found it a little sticky. TG asked God for a little rain, and it sprinkled helping to ease Ecuder's sticky threads. Then the sky rumbled and the rain began to pour down.
Sunset over Spearfish and the black mountains
With no rain jacket protection, TG looked up to the sky: "Lord, thank you for the rain. Please can it stay as a light sprinkle". And coincidentally, the rain eased off.
The day slowly warmed up and the last 2 miles was nearly hot. The last 1/4 of a mile went onto a concrete path under the trees and TG kicked off her sandals to run barefoot.
Final time = 7:31. TG was happy to have completed and had enjoyed the event. Ecuder was upset and again completely ignored the waiting Lady Suzette. Instead he went to the back of the car, whilst TG went into social mode, talking to everyone and anyone including Lady Suzette!
Special thanks to Kathryn and Best Sullivan who whilst doing their first 1/2 marathon collected trash with black bags that their mother had given to them to keep them warm in the morning. They picked up some runners' trash (gels and clothing items) but mainly roadside public trash that had been tossed to the side during their descent. You are both awesome and look forward to seeing you on more runs :-)
Next TG takes Ecuder sight seeing!
....the 100 mile story continues to remind me about how good or bad the physical/mental punishment was.....
50-60 miles: CP6: 2 Miles Too Far
Being the last participants thru at CP5 and perhaps due to me having already waited some time, Rory (RD) was in a hurry to get Oscar moving. But Oscar needed time to sort out his feet and legs, so we were left with some provisions, with Oscar relaxing on the grass verge for another 15 minutes to cool down his feet and legs with an icy leg spray.
Our earlier conversations had been polite and minimal, but knowing we would be spending time together, we talked like best buddies and righted the world and the UK's current political and economic situation. However, a couple of miles in, it was apparent that there was something wrong, first with me, then with Oscar.
The make shift knee support I had put on earlier felt too tight: the back of the knee was feeling swollen and throbbing. I dropped the "knee support" round the ankle where it hung round loosely, however the damage had already been done. Perhaps the overtight restriction of an ankle support around a knee caused this "minor" injury (ham and calf strain) that I would need to manage. As long as I kept it gentle and kept moving, I assured myself all would be fine.
As we took off again, Oscar's movement was irratic.
Me: Why are you limping?
Oscar: Oh it's nothing. I'll sort it out at the next CP.
Me: I learned from an Arctic buddy, that we need to deal with problems sooner than later. With 50 miles more, it can quickly get worse, so what is wrong?
Oscar: I've got blisters on my toes from these crappy sports socks I'm wearing, but I'll sort them out at the next CP.
We "pulled over" and gave Oscar some plasters to "sort it out" and hopefully provide some padding for his blisters. Whilst Oscar tended to his feet, I tried to stretch out the back of the leg, but this seemed to make it worse. Imagine stretching an elastic band back and forth. With each stretch, it will cause the elastic band to recoil tighter, thus shortening the band. That's how my leg was feeling.
We jogged a little more, sometimes we talked when we walked, sometimes I sang 'cos that's what I do, but we always ran in silence listening to the rhythms of our steps. On one of our "let's run" time, we were along a main road and missed a turn, continuing down the road for another a mile. With signs not apparent where they usually were, nothing was adding up and we both began to feel displaced. It was about 2am, and we reluctantly made a call back to Rory. We were told to return a mile back up the road and look for a missed left hand road - easy to miss in the dark as it was off a dual lane carriage.
Back on track, we headed into a village and again things did not add up. There was no signage at a main crossroad. I looked at every sign post as Oscar waited patiently. He wasn't looking too good but was keeping his chin up. Having lost confidence, we called back and woke up a sleeping RD (sorry). As we waited to receive instructions from Rory, we both cooled down significantly. Fortunately I had a jacket, but Oscar had nothing further. He went sheet white, his lips quivered and managed to stop him throwing up over his bag. He was shivering, his shin was hurting...Oscar was at a low. My motherly instincts kicked in and I gave him my ankle support in the hope that might help him, and tried to keep him warm until we had made a decision to move based on Oscar's GPS (technology is wonderful).
It took us just over 4 hours to complete this leg of the journey and we made it to CP6 apologetic to the waiting marshal. Our earlier times had averaged out to 2.5 hours.Having been lost in other events, have found the energy can be sucked from your body within minutes of finding oneself repeatedly lost. I did not get that feeling here and was grateful to have had a companion to be lost with! We spent about 20 minutes at this CP. It was important to ensure Oscar had loaded back up with carbs/sugar/salt.
60-70 Miles: CP7: The Magic Wonder of A Rising Sun
As the sky began to lighten, Oscar told me to go on ahead and assured me that as it was lighter he would be okay, but knowing he was fighting injury (shin splints and blisters). Like a loyal dog, I refused and told him we were buddies. We had got through the night portion and I wanted to ensure we both finished. Mentally it is easier for me to be helping someone else rather than just myself. I had a mission to ensure we both completed the event and Oscar, being an upbeat person was easy to be around. Without much further ado, we soldiered on.
It is amazing how a rising sun can invigorate the soul. Our spirits seemed to draw the emerging ball of energy into our own and we began to run. About 5am and 4 miles into this next leg, Oscar's buddy appeared on bike (a really lovely guy) as a roving supporter with supplies. With all things new and alive around us, we blasted down a long downhill section, completing the 10 mile section within 2 hours.
70-80 Miles: CP8: People on the Road
After about 15 minutes at CP7, I needed to get moving as the leg injury was stiffening up as it got cold. Oscar now had a buddy and didn't need me any more, so I left him at the CP, trying to ease my leg into motion.
It is strange that after having felt very comfortable in the pervious 5 miles, my leg no longer wanted to play. Despite getting Oscar to spray my leg with his anti-inflammatory spray at the CP, the back of the knee was having difficulty opening up. I knew that completing this event would mean 4-6 weeks recovery time thus no training time for the next marathon that lay ahead in South Dakota. I was adamant that I would complete this event as there were only 30 miles left. DNFs (Did not Finish) are soul eaters and I didn't need another to kill my confidence for a future ultra even if this meant a 6 week lay off.
The sun was now fully radiating its splendor on farmers fields and I was sure there was someone swinging in a tree in front of me. On closer inspection it turned out to be a moving branch and a bag. Cool! Hallucinations were now becoming a feature of this journey. As mental fatigued settled in and began to sit comfortably in my head, I saw more people at the side of the road. When I had got closer, there were just hedges and I had wandered right into the middle of the road. Somehow I had fallen asleep on my feet!
It was time for a defence weapon. A toothbrush with toothpaste! As I brushed my teeth, I thought I could trick my mind into thinking it was time to wake up. It appeared to work for a couple of hundred metres and then the mind said "nah shut down". A fight was ensuing - body, mind, egos, alter egos. A cacophony of discord was in battle. Great as long as my mind was occupied my body just needed to move forward.
I had only managed about 2 miles by the time Oscar and his buddy had caught up with me. Oscar seemed to be moving well and I did not want them thinking they needed to stay with me, so I shooed them on......but now with the shoe on the other foot, Oscar stayed, empathising with my tiredness and now was motivating me on. I was grateful for the company and words.
As we walked for another mile, Oscar's buddy politely encouraged us to run to the next corner, then walk uphill, run down hill. He got us to mile 80 within 3 hours. It was at this CP, both Oscar and I agreed to rest for at least 20 minutes. So Oscar's buddy left us as we lay down in foetal position on a bit of grass on the curb. The marshal also left us with further supplies of food and drink.
80-90 Miles: CP9: The Merry Band
The sun beaming down kept us warm and I allowed my mind to fill with the music of birds, cars, wind in trees, a tractor ploughing......beep beep beep beep...Oscar's alarm! 20 minutes had flown by! I definitely felt so much better for the kip and ready to go. Oscar still had to sort out his legs and feet. My leg was now almost immoveable and the offer of an anti-inflammatory pill was gratefully accepted. We had 20 more miles to belt out and the finish line was now in sniffing range.
As we got ready to move, another of Oscar's buddies pulled in, and as they "caught up" with each other about the event, I decided to get the leg moving. I gave my adieus to limp slowly up the hill, though it really was not long before they both caught up with me. I once more tried to shoo Oscar and his buddy repeatedly on and without a thought Oscar announced "we're buddies and we will get to the end together".
I gotta say it is great having buddies. Further up the road, a car pulled over and out hopped a couple more of Oscar's buddies with reserve supplies and took our back packs from us. Impromptu, they decided to join us on the last 20 miles. The group was now a merry band aiming to get us both to the finish line. We all chatted away, taking in the scenery of rolling hills and farmland bathed in sunlight. It felt like a Sunday stroll with a group of wonderful friends. It was pertty warm now and the sun was painting skins red. With motherly concerns over the group it was time to get everyone to "factor 30" up and my cap that I was not wearing went to a "red/ginger" haired chap. He would certainly need it more than me. Being of oriental descent and growing up in the sun, meant I had more natural sun block protection than our new buddies.
At CP9, one of our new buddies tried to ease off the back of my leg. Unfortunately the leg just needed rest and the inflammation to drain. We had 10 more miles to complete and we were not going to stop until we had reached the end.
90-100 Miles: 70s/80s/90s Karoke Party
I knew Oscar needed to sort out his feet and legs and Oscar knew I needed to get my leg moving, so I walked on, painfully slowly up the hill knowing they would catch up with me easily. Thankfully with no one around I could do my abolutions in peace (I was surprised my body still had trash to get rid of!). I
had just jumped out of the field I had borrowed for privacy, and there was Oscar and his gang.
With about 5 more miles left, I had to sing and soon the whole group were singing a medley of songs from all genres and eras. Oscar's perfect rendition of Monty Python's Life of Bryan said it all. We were such a happy, laughing, singing group. We were hurting and we were having a party!
With just a mile to go, Oscar sat down. His one foot was a bloody mess ravaged with blisters. With a bit of duct tape and some clothe, his friends patched him up to do his final mile. We jogged and with less than 200 metres to go, Oscar's energy ramped up and he put his pains aside. I tried to keep pace with him. He had said he would sprint the final 100 metres and I had said I would keep pace, but his rockets had far more power than mine.
100 songs sung and the last 100 metres but a blur of speed. 100 miles done!
Wonder if mental running translates to physical running?
Does my last 100 miler 6 weeks ago make me good for a marathon
Without any further training except in my mind sitting in front of a PC
Finishing projects, writing code, fixing systems (the internet is soo amazing)
Am assuming that after the first marathon next weekend
I should be ready for the next marathon the weekend after
Ahh we will see the mental battle vs the physical mind
Does this sound foolish?
But then to many so is the thought of completing 50 miles wearing a pair of slipper type sandals
...and they were lovely and no further foot abrasion - my feet loved me for the exchange mid-way
As for tyre dragging - the craze will catch on. You'll see
Always challenge yourself to make you grow mentally
The only obstacles are the ones you put in your way
The madness of Tyre Girl is about to begin!