
Thursday - Pre race meeting in SLC. I weighed 198.
Then a slumber party with Jefe. Potatoes and tomatoes from my earth. Chicken. Brownies. In bed by 8. Not asleep til at least 10. Benedryl - not so worky for me.
Up at 3 am Friday. Hot shower to relax. Eggaritos x 2. Banana. Bread. On the bus by 4. At the park with enough time to tie shoes, pee, say hi to Dad for a couple minutes and ready set go at 5 am.
I didn't care about starting with the front of the crowd. I didn't have a light, so I needed to be with people that did for the first hour and a half. After maybe 2 miles, I said some dumb joke to Jefe and there was no reply. I wouldn't see him again until the next day at about 6pm. I realized before the big big climb that I was with super old dudes. they were happy and chatty (which I like) but I couldn't stay there all comfortable like. Not if I wanted that sub 30 time - which I did. So I moved through the darkness until I found the back of a large group right at the base of the first big ascent. It was a good pace. Not too fast, maybe a bit too slow, but good enough. When it leveled out, I had to move past some people and try to make up a bit of ground. I enjoyed some witty conversations, but as soon as we hit mile 13 or so, it was wide and flat to downhillish, so I put on the ipod and picked up the pace a tad. Huge runners high as I descended into Francis Peak aid Station. Wardrobe change. Just in time, I got out of my long polypro and into shorts, shirt, sunglasses, big gay hat, sunscreen, and I kept my bright yellow vest - lost the sleeves. Kept the shoes and socks. This was just right. Another fit or two of choking back emotions as I made it to Bountiful B okay and onto sessions. From there - I moved slowly. Slick mud and steep ascent slowed me down a lot. This was the first time I started feeling a bit down. But I pulled through it well and picked it up to swallow rocks. Got some salt in me and knew that there was less than one hour until I would see my wife and homies. Caught back up to a big group as we came to the final descent into big mountain. The cheers and cowbells were overwhelming.

I could hear my honey's scream amidst the others and it made me really happy. I brought up the rear, because passing would have been silly there. I was greeted by Wife, Tom, Tor, and Padre. They took great care of me. Took my "shake weights" and vest, re-applied sunscreen and threw food at me. Weighed in at 208! Then Tom and I headed off on our adventure.

I was feeling really good. He wanted to pass 20 people and he pushed me. I allowed it because I knew I could handle it. We ran well. I probably spent too much time at Lambs. Weighed 206 here. As I sat, Tor and Tyler pulled off my shoes and socks and began washing my feet. Wow. I could feel the love. Isaac and Tom and Wife were getting me broth and food and things that I would need - for example a long sleeve polypro that would remain til the morning. New socks, same shoes, 20 minutes and Isaac and I were off for our hike. I speed-walked that road, but as soon as we hit the trail, the pushing from before caught me. I was hurtin for certain. It wasn't pretty, but I slowly made my way up and over the hill. We summited to an amazing sunset. Sliver moon, red sky, star or planet, too. It was gorgeous. Then the headlamps went on for the descent which went rather well. By the time we hit the milcreek road, I was speed walkin again. We moved past a handfull coming up that road. Then the tights went on. Red jacket, gloves, beanie. Kept shoes and socks (and gaiters). Mc Donalds Cheese burger. More broth. Refills of EFS. And the night of Tor began. Up we went - not too slowly. I still hadn't gone #2 in over 24 hours. Through Desolation and Scotts, he kept me moving, on pace, and by the time we came down puke hill, I was ready to sit and let it go. That was nice. But his poor knees were killing, so I jogged the downhill pavement alone (which was great) and Pet came up to meet me. We rolled into Brighton lodge, happy to see the wifey again, at about 1:30 and I weighed 210. Another sock change and blister dress, brushed my teeth after trying to eat some things. Got out of there just before 2:00.

And then hell showed up. Cold, dizzy, nauseated, light headed, I plodded up the steep Point Supreme ascent. Pete had to keep me from falling over and helped me find the apparently obvious trail. The steep descent down the back side was walked. I had no balance, couldn't see well, and didn't want to risk injury. It took me over 2 hours to ant knolls. But I started feeling better there. I think I climbed ok from there. I had to stop a couple more times and do some business. Favorite conversation: me, joking: "does this look like a toilet to you?" other guy: "[pause, grunt] ... it does now!" Funny. Pole line pass was cool. Pancakes, why not. TUMS! Bonfire. I was aware of the impending climb, but I knew it was the last significant one of its kind. So off we went. This was possibly the worst hour of my life! Fatigue finally caught me. I had been up for 26 hours straight and not just sitting around. I am positive that I fell asleep more than once as I hiked the traversing climb. At one point, Pete turned around and asked me what I was doing. I was leaning on a tree and I replied: "sleeping!" A bit later I stopped to pee off the side of the trail and awoke to Pete: " you done?" Bless his soul, he kept me moving slowly but steadily toward the sun. We had heard that the sun would bring a second wind. I believed it, but soon I lived it. Even though the sky was light and I didn't need my headlamp (it had died anyway), I was still sleeping, sleep walking. The times didn't make sense in my head and I was pretty sure we were not going to make the 30 hour mark. With this realization I begged Pete to just stop and sleep a bit. There were a couple guys at rock springs who had dome just that. but he wouldn't let me. He assured me we still had a shot. As we rounded the point of contention, heading northward beck toward home, the sun was about 30 minutes into its own daily ascent. Sure as we had been told - something switched inside of me. We were at the top of the two descents they say you need to save your quads for. I had legs left, so I was determined to use them. In my mind, I had time to make up and I bombed those descents. 200+ pounds barreled down the cool dusty trails, people jumped out of the way at the nearing thunder. I felt great. I thought for sure my blisters were bleeding, but my joints and leg muscles felt good, so I went for it. I had less that ten miles left and I wanted to be done. There was one spot on the motorcycle trail that messed with my right ankle. I had already rolled 3 ankles with no lasting effects, but this left my right ankle aching. We hit Pot Bottom at 8:30, leaving me 2 and a half hours to get to the Homestead. Plenty of time! Dropped the jackets, shorts, gloves, headlamps, and hats. Got some antacid, Banana, fluids, and off we went. We walked to climb out of there and felt just fine. Then, the final descent arrived. Poor Pete was hurtin. He had biked Leadville, and Point to Point and no running. Then he did an all night marathon in the freezing mountains. With 3 miles to go, he made sure I was ok and told me to go. So I did. I finished well, feeling pretty good. As I trotted onto the grass, I saw my dear wife, my parents, and our friends the Turners (surprise). I didn't stop for anything. I just wanted to cross that line and get my shoes off. G-wood showed up just after I sat down. He just missed me. But what a sweetheart to come and see. It was the least hoopla I had ever seen at any finish line. Weird. Everyone wanted me to eat, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. We got me home and into a cold tub. Sarah plugged in a liter of LR and I lay in bed with sweats on, under the covers shivering for an hour as the heater blew to 80 degrees. I finally slept from about noon to 5. I was hungry and wanted to go to the awards ceremony. I limped across the parking lot just as they read my name and time. I collected my cool plaque and cooler belt buckle and there was Jefe. Sarah had gone over to watch him come in earlier and he had fallen asleep there in the park. We chatted, I ate a sandwich. Belinda was there. Good times.
I slept the most solid, sound nine hours in a long time that night.
now what?...