Despite being unable to train for this race as I should have, I decided to wing it. All it takes is putting one foot in front of the other, right? As it turns out, this principle can be pretty challenging. I'm still learning what does and does not work for me during a race when it comes to hydration, salt, and mid-race eating. Thus, by around mile 17 or 18, I was stumbling down the trail swearing I had just seen the Loch Ness Monster lurking about the forest. I am so grateful for the wonderful people at the aid stations, who filled me up with PB&Js, M&Ms, Oreos, salt pills, ice cold water, and popsicles. Thus, despite my exacerbated ankle sprain, IT band issues, and general ignorance about running a 50K, I finally finished the race after running for 10 and a half hours . . . dead last, which I was actually beyond excited to find out about and which explains my toad trophy with "DFL" ("dead flipping last")! Next up? Capt'n Karl's 10K and 30K to train for the Wild Hare 50K.
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