Aloha Friends !
Wow, what a ride ! With all that has transpired over the past few days, it's going to require several posts to do the experience justice. There's just so much that needs to be said and so many great people that need to be thanked. Mike Muench's poetic post, "The Crooked Man" more than ably gives you the essence of our particular experience. Please read it. It's classic !
Incredible Emotional Journey (Part 1)
As for the race, the first 50+ miles went like a dream...feeling great and 2 hours ahead of schedule. The Dream Crew was nothing short of a dream, working like a finely tuned machine. It was a beautiful day, cooler than normal due to being cloudy. I started noticing lower back pain at 55 miles while going up the 17 mile climb up to Townes Pass, and by 72 miles it had become much worse. From that point the pace was painfully slow, having to stop and stretch too often to get myself upright, only to repeat the process every few minutes, especially up the steep mountain to Father Crowleys. However, I was still optimistic that we could finish. At 96 miles we were visited by the course chiropractor, who almost pleaded with me to hang it up, saying I could do permanent damage. At this point, we knew in our hearts that there was no way that I could finish in the allotted time, as I had slowed to almost a crawl, due to my back, so we planted the wooden stake the race gave us at my stopping point and headed to Lone Pine to shower, eat and for some rest, with a plan to return in the morning to the spot and log a few more miles before popping the champagne to celebrate. After all, 101 miles would be a PR (personal record).
The morning was magical and everyone was relaxed and in great spirits. Everyone took turns pacing, Mike, Cheryl, PJ, Vernon, John, and Leon. We easily reached 101 miles and since the back was doing okay and everyone was having fun, we decided to log a few more. Besides, the PR was getting sweeter and sweeter. Somewhere around 106 miles, Heather mentioned to me that it would be great if we could make Lone Pine at 122 miles, before the race clock expired at 6 pm. I looked at my watch and did the math, thinking "no way !", but said "sure, we can try". From this point on the mood changed. We were back in full race mode. The crew got frantic. For those of you that have watched the pit crews at the Indy 500 or Nascar, and have seen the cars coming into the pits and boom, boom, boom, they are jacked up...the tires changed...gassed-up...windows cleaned and out of there, you can picture what our crew was like ! After each mile I'd cross the highway...they'd drop me down on a mat on the ground ...Mike would start massaging my back and working on my glutes and hips...Cheryl would be sticking food in my mouth...PJ would be fixing my water bottle...Leon would be putting a new ice bandana...John would be computing my pace and the miles...then they'd pull me up and slap my butt and send me back out there with Vernon or whoever the pacer was at the time. Just like Nascar! It was exciting !
Part 2 to follow
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