I am on the road to recovery from Umstead this past weekend. I had an amazing time and am so excited that I clearly PR'd by a significant amount. I anxiously await the final results because I am curious what my last laps pace was. It may have been close to 25 minute miles for the first 7 miles then abruptly switched to 15 or 16 minute miles when I decided I wanted so badly to break 28 hours. Even now I write this I am so proud and happy about the fact that I could dig deep and accomplish my goal.
Sunday after the race, Tristan drove Gilligan and I back to Richmond where we spent a bit of time with his dad. Then we drove a little further into Richmond so Tristan could participate in a poker game with some elementary-high school friends. Initially I was stuck in the car because his friend would not let a girl in the "man cave" (suprise, suprise this guy is not married!). While deciding where I would stay while still at Tristan's dads house (the poker game was on the way home), I was pretty adamant I would prefer a bit of discomfort to get home earlier.
Sunday after the race, Tristan drove Gilligan and I back to Richmond where we spent a bit of time with his dad. Then we drove a little further into Richmond so Tristan could participate in a poker game with some elementary-high school friends. Initially I was stuck in the car because his friend would not let a girl in the "man cave" (suprise, suprise this guy is not married!). While deciding where I would stay while still at Tristan's dads house (the poker game was on the way home), I was pretty adamant I would prefer a bit of discomfort to get home earlier.
But I tried to get Tristan to get me into his friends house so I could just sleep (I would have been agreeable to being blindfolded). But alas this rule was not to be broken. Tristan's dad said I was a saint for allowing this nonsense (thanks Dad!). But I suggested that if I was not allowed in the house, but then had to go to the restroom, I would just knock on the door and ask to be let in. If refused, I would just whiz on a bush on the front yard...and I was serious. I had just spend 28 hours running in the woods of which the last 10+ hours I was having to use "la-tree's". And even worse as the race progressed my definition of "approrpriately far from the race course" was inversely proportional to the time I spent on the course!
But ultimately Tristan was able to get a different friend (Alex) who lived close by to let me stay in their house during the game. Sonia, Alex's wife was a very gracious hostess and made me feel very welcome even though the only time I met her previously was at their wedding just about a year ago. We chatted about random stuff until I fell asleep (I hope not mid-sentence). Tristan came by to pick me up about 9:30 or so and I think my first words awake were "I am so sorry, I just drooled on your blanket"...my ultra-running inappropriateness strikes again!
We got back to our house late Sunday night (or it might have been very early Monday Morning). But even though I did not set an alarm and had alerted my supervisor I might be very late or take the day off, I woke up naturally by about 6:45 and was at work a bit before 8 a.m.
Other than a bit tired, my recovery is going very well. My ankles are swollen and my knees a bit tender, but I was even able to give Gilligan a small walk this afternoon (Tuesday). This week Tristan and I are dog sitting Billy (an old english sheep-dog with massive amounts of energy), but I am not advanced enough to walk Billy. Nor do I expect to take him on one of our massive runs/hikes in Shenandoah this weekend...but perhaps I will be up for it considering I feel I am a day ahead of my previous 100 mile recoveries!
I am starting my post race report...I will write more later in a different post
But ultimately Tristan was able to get a different friend (Alex) who lived close by to let me stay in their house during the game. Sonia, Alex's wife was a very gracious hostess and made me feel very welcome even though the only time I met her previously was at their wedding just about a year ago. We chatted about random stuff until I fell asleep (I hope not mid-sentence). Tristan came by to pick me up about 9:30 or so and I think my first words awake were "I am so sorry, I just drooled on your blanket"...my ultra-running inappropriateness strikes again!
We got back to our house late Sunday night (or it might have been very early Monday Morning). But even though I did not set an alarm and had alerted my supervisor I might be very late or take the day off, I woke up naturally by about 6:45 and was at work a bit before 8 a.m.
Other than a bit tired, my recovery is going very well. My ankles are swollen and my knees a bit tender, but I was even able to give Gilligan a small walk this afternoon (Tuesday). This week Tristan and I are dog sitting Billy (an old english sheep-dog with massive amounts of energy), but I am not advanced enough to walk Billy. Nor do I expect to take him on one of our massive runs/hikes in Shenandoah this weekend...but perhaps I will be up for it considering I feel I am a day ahead of my previous 100 mile recoveries!
I am starting my post race report...I will write more later in a different post
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