As I sat down to rest and hydrate about nine hours into my 24 hour endurance run. I put aside my own battle with the heat and sun, and took in the scene of the Hainesport Endurance Run. There was peppy rock music playing in the background, race volunteers just fifty feet from my camp cheering on the runners as they were completing another mile loop. They were also providing food, Gatorade, and water. Runners passed by me, some very fast as they were competing in a 48 hour world championship and some just walking. Most runners were not competing for a championship but like me, were competing against themselves.
Most of the runners had a crew consisting of either a
spouse, friends, or family that offered them physical and emotional support,
both of which is greatly appreciated by the runners. I looked across the path
at another runner’s camp and he was just sitting in a chair wrapped in a
blanket staring at nothing. He was in a battle between his mind and his body. I
had watched him over the hours and his body had broken down. At first he was
laying down, with his wife using a roller on his leg muscles. Then just laying prone on the ground. At one
point he got up and while talking to other runners and crew looking like was
going rise from the dead and start running or at least walking. Now though he
was a zombie and his wife who had been so attentive was now in her own chair
letting him contemplate his next move. I knew, and his wife knew, that his race
was over, but for a runner to say it to themselves is painful. He had probably
trained hard and had high hopes of a great race. However things do not always
go according to plan and it is not pleasant when everything comes crashing
down.
Then there was me. I was not suffering but I was
disappointed. I didn’t know if it was my training, the heat, lack of crew, poor
strategy, or a poor night’s sleep the days before but the miles were not
accumulating as much as they should have. I had done over eighty miles in a 24
hour run on trails before so a 24 hour run on flat paved surfaces should be
easier but it was not. What really was the problem was that all those things
occurred because of a lack of focus on the event. Usually when an
ultra-marathon race comes around, I circle it on my calendar and begin to focus
not just my training but my mind. This race however I registered late and was
distracted by my work. Sometimes if I am not careful I let my professional
career get in the way of my running.
Yet despite my deep disappointment and weariness, I
couldn’t think of a better place to be. I find that the ultra-marathon scene
especially a looped run is my Garden of Eden. I know that when most people
picture a place with Eden-like qualities they are thinking of sitting in a
beach chair with an umbrella drink by their side, or floating in a pool or
lagoon on a raft doing nothing. Not me! Let me have a place in which I am
beating myself up and even the top elite runners suffer.
The atmosphere at an ultra is filled with
determination, energy, enthusiasm, inspiration and much more. Yes there is also
pain, suffering, and disappointment but they only make you appreciate the
positives even more. Not only that you are in a large group of runners, crew,
and volunteers who are at their best cheering each other on. There is a sense
of community as well. It is impossible in my mind not to get caught up in the
enthusiasm when you are surrounded by people all pushing themselves to their
limits.
Let me give you some short examples.
There was a woman who was blind who was doing the 24
hour course. She had a team of volunteers alongside her the whole time guiding
her. I know that her presence alone made me go extra loops.
There was a woman walking the course just trying to go
the longest distance in her life. This is something that I can almost guarantee
you happens at every race someone pushing themselves to a personal record. I
was also impressed that she did much of this while reading a book.
There was the Canadian woman Viktoria who won the
woman’s 48 Hour Race who was running with a mask because of her asthma.
That brings me to the race directors. They are like a
host of a party who make sure all their guests enjoy themselves. While the race
director tries to take care of all the racers needs with food, water, trails
that are well marked, and plenty of volunteers they also have a side that wants
their guests to go all out. At this race Venessa, the race director did an
outstanding job. I thanked her as I would thank someone for hosting a party.
Though, in this “party” I was running for over 21 hours. Yet she had done a
great job because I began to scouring her website to find other races that she
put on and I could fit into my schedule.
Late into the night I notice the runner across the
path had packed up and left. Yet I believe that even though his race had been
miserable and painful, that he did not regret entering the event. That is
because at events like this besides the great supportive and positive
community, and positive energy surrounding you find one more thing. You find
out more about yourself. Like I said I believe that all the runners are really
competing against themselves. You find out how much determination you have. You
may also find out what you are capable of. Even on bad days when you are
hurting physically and maybe even mentally, you find out more about yourself.
Then on those days when you accomplish your goal on a run the high is
unbelievable. You do not find any of these things out however unless you try.
Take it from me while sitting by a pool side with an
umbrella drink is relaxing you can’t get those other feelings of satisfaction
about yourself that you get from an ultra-run.
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