This weekend was one for the books! On Sunday I participated in my first 20 mile run, along with it being my first trail run in Sisters, Oregon. From my very new experiences in running over the past three years I would have to say I wasn't really sure what to expect on this trail run. I anticipated possibly some rolling hills, some climbing, and some downhill areas, but what I got was
VERY different. This trail run challenged me mentally, and physically in more ways than I had expected. These things that I came across were more than I could of imagined for this event!
Debbie, Ben's Mom and I set out on the trails course at 9am. First of all, all of the other people that has signed up for this course looked like they knew the course, they knew what to expect and were ready. I felt like I almost came in blind folded at first, not really ever training on trails, and in climates that were before us in Sisters. There were also a lot of people with dogs. I had never been in a running event where there were over 60 dogs registered. Not that it was a bad thing but man it was a little hard to focus when I first started out because they were all so cute and just loving life being able to run with their owners. As I continued on, I felt awesome. Here I was, out in the wilderness taking in a lot of scenery and loving it. I want to say after Debbie and I had hit the first aid station at about 4.8 miles it hit me. I still had 15.2 miles to go. Oh MAN. I really tried to keep my energy high, my spirits positive, and focused on the course ahead of me.
As we got further into the trail things became more uneven, rocky, and just a more rugged terrain for running than I was used to. Quite a few times I started tripping on rocks, getting my ankles all wonky and feeling really unbalanced. Then the frustrations and negatives started popping up in my head. Thoughts such as "why is it so dang hard to run this stupid trail?!", or "Seriously you want me to run up this rocky hill, then jump over a few rocks, and THEN you want me to smoke the downhill that has more rocks on it!?" or " You're going so slow, this is going to take forever!" ran through my head for probably another good 4-5 miles. But I pressed on. I believe the point that I hit a wall and really felt the miles was into the 2.5 hour mark, a usual time that I would have completed 13.2 miles or a half marathon. I felt like I had NOTHING left in me. I had to slow down to a fast walk, which for a walking pace I can still keep up an 11-12 minute mile when walking. But I started again tripping, rolling my ankle a few times, and then after tripping once more and almost biffing it big time my calf got the LARGEST Charley horse ever. At that point, Debbie and I plopped down for a few seconds and worked out the huge cramp that was going up from my foot and into my calf. Yea, at this point I was almost beyond done. I had felt like I had been hydrating and eating enough, but clearly I hadn't because I was exhausted.
A lot of the course was only marked with yellow tape, and at times as Debbie and I walked and ran through the course, I began to wonder if we had gone the wrong way, or if we had somehow accidentally gotten to the 40 mile course (I literally would have cried and scream haha) but we found our way, and as we hit the gravel road that was about 2 miles away from the finish I was even more beyond done. I laugh at this now but I literally turned to Deb and in a little whimper said "I just want to be done!" I was to the point of no return now. I had just a little further to go, I was going to finish. The last 400 M of the race were done on the track at the middle school in Sisters. As I hit the parking lot and saw the track I booked it. There were more people than I had seen the whole race close to the finish line. I almost sprinted that 400M I was so ready to finish. As I crossed the finish at 5 hours and 20 minutes I couldn't have been happier. I did it.
Through the exhaustion, laughing, crying and joy I had done something again that the "old Emily" would have never thought possible. Will I do another trail run at that mileage again? Maybe with more training! I am so happy I had Debbie by my side. We had fun times laughing about all the people popping a squat along the trail (yea, no porta-potties! ahh!) the interesting dressed people, and just all out humorous times got us through the last bit.
I am sporting a sweet blister on one of my toes, but I still got some sweet Peterson Ridge Rumble socks to show that I did it! Doesn't matter what place I came in, or my time.
The fact that I got out there and did something that I never would have done if I hadn't been in the best shape of my life right now. Granted, I didn't train as much for this race as I normally do for other running events but I still got out there and didn't drop over dead!
Below are some pictures I took and also some photos by an awesome photographer along the way! Again, big thanks to Ben's Mom Debbie and her boyfriend Tom for pushing me to do this. It is an experience I will never forget!
Me before we started our 20 miles.. I look excited, didn't look so hot after ;)
Debbie and I before the race! We were ready to get going!
The view at the top was AMAZING but I was really trying to watch my step here!
Another one of me at the top, not sure what mile but at least I'm still smiling :)