Hinson
Lake 24 Hour Race has a special spot in my heart: it was my first 24 hour race
(which I won the first time) and really turned me on to 24 hour races. No
matter your finishing results, you get to run with and meet and chat with a ton
of different awesome people at all sorts of paces. SO MUCH FUN!
I knew
going into this race that I wouldn’t run my best, as I had run 105 miles the
week before at The North Coast 24 Hour National Championships, but hoped since
I hadn’t PR’d, maybe my legs would be decent, good enough for 100+ miles? Not
exactly. My legs were tired, and a stressful week of work, plus not enough
sleep, plus lots of other things going on in my head did not leave me
well-rested. I took a nap the day before and literally had to pull over 20
minutes from the start of Hinson to stretch because I was too exhausted to keep
driving. Not a good sign, but remember, I don’t often pay attention to bad
signs. Sigh.
Hinson
Lake is an awesome 24 hour race – the fee is $24 and you get a tshirt, bumper
sticker, pint glass (Good because Wayne and I are always breaking the ones we
have!), and food, and 24 hours of running fun! The company is great – I love
all of the runners and end up chatting with tons of great people. The course is
a 1.56 mile loop around the lake – it’s pretty, there are some small rolling
hills, but it’s mainly flat on dirt, sand, and boardwalk. There are tons of
tents along the course and fun signs.
At the
start, I took off, chattering and laughing, enjoying and remembering the
course. What a beautiful day. Soon enough, my pace slowed to 9:20s, which is
definitely not terrible, but I usually go out a bit faster, with less effort.
These 9:20s felt tough. Oh no.
“My legs
feel so tired,” I told Shannon. We ran together for a while, and she seemed
strong at times, but she ended up not having a good day either and dropped. I
was very sad to see her go. My legs were feeling tired before 2 hours.
I ran
with Jonathan Savage, who told me about his brown recluse spider bite and his
recovery. He promised his wife to only run 50 miles, and only that much if he
felt okay. He ended up quitting at 50 miles, feeling good. We talked about
stress and how it impacts running. Talking always helps, and talking while
running is the best. If only I could find a
therapist who wanted to go on long runs with me…I would have no problems, I’m
convinced.
I
reached the marathon in under 5 hours and the 50k in under 6 hours. Compare
this to last weekend’s 24 hour (with the marathon in 4:10, 50k in 5:05). I knew
it would be a bad day.
I
talked to Ray. He was weary, still. Running for 52 days straight from 6a.m. to
midnight on concrete will do that to you.
I hung
out with Kelley, I hung out with Joe, I chilled with lots of amazing people. It
was fun.
I had
my set up of various bags next to Brett. Brett’s dad was 100% awesome and his
name was Wayne. He called me “babe” and was sweet, hilarious, helpful, and
nice. Brett ended up taking a 3 hour nap.
After
it got dark, I just crashed. I curled up on the air mattress Wayne had set up
with Wayne’s sleeping bag and passed out. I got up, and slowly began running.
My blistered feet felt better, and my legs were still tired, but I could do
this. I knew 100 miles would be almost impossible.
I took
a 5 hour energy shot. I ran with music. I danced while I ran. I chatted. I
walked Mount Hinson, that giant mountain they put on the course. I napped in a
chair. I got up and ran more.
About
two and a half hours from the finish, Rich and I began running together.
He gave
me a red bull and we talked each other’s ears off. We mostly ran, but we’d walk
Mount Hinson. I don’t remember what we
talked about – dissolving marriages and cupcakes and blisters and this race and
that race and oh this race and yeah that race. I ate a lot of pink cupcakes.
Oh, the
food. This year I ate homemade cookies and pizza that I took the cheese off of
and animal crackers and cheese its and lots and lots of pink frosted cupcakes.
Oh, how delicious it all tasted. At least my stomach was awesome! Yay!
I ended
up with 94.6 miles, or 93.6, something like that. Ugh. Depressing. So close,
yet so far. And I still know that’s a pretty awesome effort – esp since I ran a
24 hour last weekend.
My legs
felt tired and my body was exhausted. Stress has been seeping in everywhere
lately – it sucks. My blisters were out of control – I stopped to cut moleskin
and cover them, but they were a horrendous mess and I think I scared my little
sister when she saw me popping them afterwards. Yum.
So
Hinson? Not my best race. Nope. Not this year. But fun –yes. Lots and lots and
lots of fun.
I WILL
BE BACK FOR SURE NEXT YEAR. I hope there will be pink frosted cupcakes!
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