Last fall, after DNF'ing at both Run Rabbit Run and Javelina Jundred, I once again vowed to never run another 100 miler. 50 milers would become my new goal. Seriously. I swear. Honest
Then I talked to Marco Zuniga and he told me I needed to try again. I thought about it, knowing how much I hate ending on a failure, thinking that I would just go back to Run Rabbit and finish it this time.
November rolled around and I started visiting the web pages of 100 milers. None of the ones I considered, including Run Rabbit, sounded like fun. I just couldn't see myself signing up for any of them.
Then I stumbled onto the description for a new race
called The Ute 100. The race course was in the La Sal Mountains outside of Moab
and was advertised as the highest and most scenic in Utah. I had seen those
unique dome-shaped laccolith mountains many times as I was running through the
sugar sand and stifling heat of southern Utah and every time I thought, “Why
the hell aren’t we running up there?”
This one was enticing. I looked at it, reviewed the price, course, cut offs, etc. It was almost full and I still couldn't decide. I emailed the race director and asked about a wait list. Nope, he wanted to keep it small for the first year. Either enter now or forget it. I entered.
I went to the La Sals in July to run on parts of the course. I liked it! I rounded up some pacers, including Marco, and fully committed to it.
I trained really hard but also smart. I was ready. For me,
pacers and crew are imperative to finishing. Mary Ann Stout, my
wife and seasoned crew boss, took me to the start at 0’dark thirty for
a 3 AM start. We saw a few shooting stars from the Perseid meteor shower on our way. Mary Ann took care of me at several aid stations. Lucky to have her!
We were all given a pacer bib that said "Unicorn." Turns out that Unicorns are the greatest thing since sliced bread. At mile 33 I picked up my
first unicorn, Ellen Hatch, a 4th year medical student planning to go into
palliative care. I wanted her with me early, fearful that if she saw me later in
the race she would be all too eager to pull the plug and end my suffering. We headed
out for our highest climb of the day, Mann’s Peak, topping out at 12,272 feet. As
we neared the top, we heard music coming from the ridge. A forlorn-looking boom
box sat there, its tunes coaxing us up those last lung burning yards. The
descent from Mann’s was a bit daunting for those not used to talus slopes, but
once we cleared the shifting, evil rocks, we were rewarded with several miles
of fantastic downhill single track.
We continued our
journey, running through stands of magnificent aspens, past mountain lakes and
through herds of contented cows. All was well until I reached the soul sucking
part of the course: The Jimmy Keen Loop. Even though the hottest part of the
day had already passed, it was still quite warm, and I almost lost my mojo as
the trail skirted groves of scrub oak with their false promise of shade. On the
plus side, we saw a humongous horned toad and a beautiful, brilliant green
Mormon cricket. And we were treated to still-frozen popsicles at the self-serve
aid station. On the negative side, the runners hanging out at the aid station were really bringing me down. I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
The real
adventure for a 100 miler starts when the sun goes down. By this time, I was
running with Marco Zuniga, my second unicorn. I followed his lead down and back
up the Kokopelli Trail. I was sorry that I was running this in the dark,
because I had heard the views were quite spectacular. As the second dawn
broke, we were slogging up a 4 wheel drive road when Marco silently stepped off
the road and motioned for me to join him. About 40 yards away, in the pines and
aspens, stood a cinnamon-colored black bear. We stood and looked at each for a
long minute or two, and then it ran off into the woods.
At La Sal Pass, I
picked up my third unicorn, Jaime Aagaard, an emergency physician (because you
never know what you will need during the last 18 miles of a 100 miler). We ran
some totally sweet single track and then came to the final “short climb” that brought
me to my knees. I convinced Jaime that, if she allowed me to sit down, I would
eat at least 100 calories. About 600 calories later, we finally reached the
top, and then it was literally all downhill. We hit one last self-self water
station where the boom box from Mann’s Peak now sat next to a bottle of
whiskey, playing Johnny Cash. We pulled up to the finish line party with plenty
of time to spare before the 40-hour cut off.
Now what? I swore that if I finished the Ute, I would be done. I now have 5 belt buckles. One for each of my grandkids (not that they want them). I do not want to end on a failure and the best way to ensure that is to stop now.
It is really kind of fun to see how my thinking changes. Initially: I am finished. Then, well if I go back to Run Rabbit and I don't finish, it would not be a failure since it was already a failure. Now I am thinking that I really don't know what I will do. I talk about it as if it is not a choice, that part of me will make the decision and the rest of me will have to abide by it.
No need to decide now. I am just carefree and excited about running this fall.
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