[I'm behind in my race reports and general blogging so pretend you read this a few weeks ago. I’m sure the story is timeless.]
3 Days to 100K was a new race - the first stage race in Oklahoma - created by my friends Kathy, Barbara and Derk. The idea is to run three different courses over three days for a total of 100 km. We were promised a fun time, unique courses and no time limit so "anyone can do it". Plus Coach Kathy said I should do it as a training race for my 50 mile race in July (read about that here). I'm not sure how that math all works out to be "training" but I thought I would try. How bad could it be...
It turns out this three day event was a 7-10 day mind blowing roller coaster. Here are a few highlights from the week:
- Wednesday: This is going to be fun. Have I told you about my weekend plans?
- Thursday: Why can't I stop thinking about this. I really need to get some work done. Dang, I need to start packing soon.
- Friday am: I can't sleep. Why? I'm scared. Why am I so scared? Have I told you how scared I am?
- Friday pm at race: Why are we on his bus? I can hardly breath. How will I get home? Have I told you how scared I am?
- Friday late night (25k later): That was fun. I'm glad I'm done. Will I be able to sleep tonight?
- Saturday (very early): I hope I don't oversleep. I've never overslep for anything. I hope I don't oversleep.
- Saturday (early): I'm not that sore. I'm not as sore as I thought I would be. His is a long drive. I'm glad I didn't oversleep. We'd better hurry to beat the crowd at the start line.
- Saturday at start: Wait. How did I get here. What am I doing. This is going to be... "GO!" Hey this is fun. There are lots of people here I know. I could do this all day.
- Saturday start+8 hours: Gosh, i'm tired. Gosh, i'm hungry. Gosh, this is still fun.
- Saturday start+9 hours: The finish line must be close. I'm ready for bed.
- Saturday start+10 hours: The finish line must be close. I'm ready for bed.
- Saturday start+11 hours: The finish line must be close. I'm ready for bed.
- Saturday start +11 1/2 hours: Hooray! !! I've never been so happy to be done. I'm ready for bed.
- Sunday (very early): zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
- Sunday (early): zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
- Sunday am: This is a long drive. I'm glad I started early. I will really be glad when this is over. I should just go home and sleep. But then I wouldn't get a medal. I could steal a medal. I'll be glad when his day is over. I will never do this again. Nobody needs this much training. I'll be glad when this is over.
- Sunday at start line: Hey it's muddy. This mud is slick. [Hey, Ken hates mud. I love mud. I love to give people a hard time. This is going to be fun as long as I can run with Ken and give him a hard time about the mud.]
- Sunday start+1 hour: Hey, this water is deep. Charlotte does not like water. Especially muddy water. And then she falls right into the water. Of course I tried to help her up, but it was difficult with me laughing so hard. Ken was making a lot of cackling noises too.
- Sunday start+1.5 hours: More water. I love this.
- Sunday start+2 hours: Hey, where did the trail go? Oh, down by that creek. No, through that creek. With more water. And look, more creek with more water. And roots. And mud.
- Sunday start+3 hours: What? Turn around and do the trail again? Of course I would!!!
- Sunday at finish: Good friends. Good fellowship. Good beer, burgers, funny moments. And AWARDS! !!
- Monday: Have you seen my medal? Yes, 100K. Yes, 62 miles. Yes, on my feet. Yes, me!
- Tuesday: I'm really tired. Have you seen my medal?
- Wednesday: I need a nap. Have you seen my medal?
- Thursday: I have a funny "golfer's" sock line tan. Oh! Its because I ran 62 miles his weekend! Have you seen my medal?
- Friday: Anyone have any run plans for the weekend? I can show you my medal...
I took a few pictures during the run since we always find interesting, unusual or out of place items.
|Day 1, on the bus to the start line|
(or getting dropped off in the middle of nowhere and find our own way home)
|Day 1 at the start line of the first 15K. The Plate boys are always ready to run. It's nice to know that I can run with them for a while (well maybe 30 seconds before the leave me in their dust)|
|Day 2 we had a few spectators at the start line of the 50K. I felt at home.|
|The course was marked well. This one looked like it meant business.|
|The entire course was this nice. We had never run here and every step was new to all of us.|
|This poor guy didn't make it out. I really hoped I would do better.|
|This is getting scary. He didn't make it to the finish either!!|
|The course designers must not have seen these signs as we kept on going right past them. What was around the corner? Would I survive? Would I get eaten? Would someone find my new shoes?|
|Yet another someone didn't make it off the course. Should have had mud tires.|
|Yet another sign the race staff chose to ignore...|
|Day 3 starts out great (for me). Rain, mud, mud puddles. Like being a kid. |
The only thing better is if we could play in a creek.
|I'll be darned! A CREEK!! LET'S PLAY!!|
|I wondered if this was the second leg of a mad-man's triathlon.|
[Something to think about for an adventure race.]
|It was getting late on day 3. I was tired but this little guy kept on going. |
I think his downhill momentum is why he passed me.
I'm not sure which of these pictures that I like best. My feet after 3 days of running or the medal that I earned getting there. No blisters, no chaffing. Great race, great friends - including new ones. This was one of the best weekends I can remember..
I hope you enjoyed this story. I hope you can see how my run running goals and your support will help me raise money for the YMCA. I also hope Kathy, Barbara and Derk host this race again.