If you are reading this you either read my last two blogs (PART I and PART II)and just couldn’t get enough , or you a glutton for punishment and enjoy torturing yourself with my excessive and nonsensical ramblings. Either way, what you are about to read is a short collection of my final thoughts on the entire experience.
“Your body will argue that there is no justifiable reason to continue.
Your only recourse is to call on your spirit, which fortunately functions
independently of logic.”
– Tim Noakes
I used every last drop of my spirit, as well as plenty of Michelle and Joell’s. But now I was there and I was glad I was done. Justin Chockley was there at the finish and he had a bottle of whisky at the ready. We had decided earlier in the week to have a victory shot and he came through as promised. Although he didn’t get to finish the race as a competitor, he finished as a crewman and I am very grateful to him for the victory jigger and his crewing efforts. He and Joell are now my great friends – one of the many benefits of ultrarunning. As we talked about the race, Epic Ultras logistics mastermind Warren Bushey cooked me a made to order breakfast of sausage, eggs, biscuits and gravy. It was out of this world! Hot off the stove-top at nearly 3am. After no real meal for 24 hours, I was like, “FEED ME SEYMOUR!!!” This was unreal… usually when you are slow like me, the food is cold, nasty, and picked over at the finish – if there is any. THANK YOU Warren and Epic Ultras!
After the meal, the desire to sleep hit me – HARD. I managed to stay upright until Adam Monaghan and his pacer Zach Bailor came in, and Adam was hilariously exhausted… I’m not sure what in the hell he was talking about! I wanted to watch my new friend Dave Renfro cross the finish as well as Sir Cargo himself Ken Childress, but I couldn’t fight the urge to sleep. Struggling mightily, I bared my muddy white ass to the darkness while changing clothes, warmed up the car, cocooned up in the front seat, and passed the hell out. Shitty, restless near-sleep followed for the next few hours- until I decided I was rested enough to make the hour-long drive home. I waved and yelled goodbye to Eric and his crew who were finally breaking things down nearly 26 hours after the start of the race. I got home, showered, and wallowed in the misery of my destroyed body the rest of the day. I absently wondered how I was going to pace the Colorado Marathon next weekend when I could barely walk to the bathroom…
So here is a summary:
This course is as beautiful as it is difficult. That is why Justin and I always refer the the Elk City Hiking trail as a her. She is a total bitch, but one hell of a lover!
Epic Ultras puts on the best organized, staffed, freaking-A awesome events on the planet. Finish line, starting line, communications, EVERYTHING. The BEST. Bar None. I have a $100 dollar bill to anyone who can show me any company that does it better.
Ultrarunners is the coolest, most badass, fun, and amazingly crazy bastards in the world. I love hanging out with them. A truly supportive community… not some dysfunctional family.
With every challenge I take on I find out a little more exactly who I am and how much I am capable of. Completing The FlatRock 101k is my proudest ultrarunning accomplishment.
I just want to say thanks again to everyone involved. This truly was an experience of a lifetime.
And…. don’t forget… BE EPIC!!!