11/06/2016 updated so Courier font represents excerpts of my bests' pacing perspective.
Leading up to the Bear 100, I was wary. The course underwent a change to
avoid a very recent fire, John was fighting off bronchitis after
Wasatch, and while I was not injured during my taper, my knee would
tweak on occasion. I was constantly reminded that anything could happen.
The Bear was a project I've been consciously working on the last
three years, and unconsciously since I was in middle school, when I
first started running and began the battle of learning to listen to and
have respect for my body. To make it to the start line, uninjured, after years of training definitely brought tears to my eyes during that 10 second countdown.
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Johnny, me, my ma, and Chrissy at the start. I had planned the cutest running outfit, but fashion quickly went out the window. I
went through three pairs of shoes, 3 pairs of socks, and two outfits
during the race. I don't know why I bothered exchanging shoes since they
would get caked in mud 5 minutes later. |
The cold and
rainy weather made waiting around at each aid station a little less fun and no
matter how many jackets I wore (at one point I had on six layers and one trash
bag) I never felt very warm. **Note- I was
also sporting a pair of jeans with a large hole on the inner thigh…that could
have been the source of the problem. With the constant
feeling of being cold and the excitement of seeing my friends on and off for 12
hours I found myself getting ready for a night of pacing without any napping
and very little food. But I only had a casual 26 miles to run so I didn’t fret
about it.
Or so I thought….
The course was rerouted for the second time the day before the race, so
now there was a 3 mile out and back from mile 6 to 12. I had the biggest
smile on my face during that stretch, punctuated by laughing sobs, and I
entertained myself watching people's faces light up as we crossed
paths.
I think the rain started when we started our first climb at mile 12.
Honestly, it rained so much during the race that my memory does not
register the points where it stopped. Snow coated the mountains
flanking that first pass, reminding me that keeping dry would be one of my top priorities. As soon as I got wet, I'd get cold and lose
motivation to feed myself. With the forecast, I knew I was bound to get
wet--I just needed the delay the steps of that downward spiral as long as
possible.
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I got to see my mom and Chrissy at mile 21. They told me I was in 8th
and I told them I didn't care, so after that the never told me anything. |
Jump ahead to mile 44. I was enjoying seeing the trails I'd heard so much about. If I made a to do list, at the top would be Run, then a long list of bihourly appointments to snack. A very wonderful day. I was excited to part ways with my mom and Chrissy at this
point because I threw on some tunes, I was going to see John on his way
down from Tony Grove (I was approaching the point where the course
reversed itself), and I would run with my mom from mile 54.
The climb up to
Tony Grove was SLOPPY with mud 4 inches deep. Luckily it wasn't tacky. I
braced myself for the 8 mile climb to take me 4 hours. Before I knew it
though, there was Johnny, then there was snow, then there was an
unexpected mileish descent to the aid station. I saw some friends and
their pacers on their way down, and they were all very excited for me. Chrissy
said I made it up that climb faster than John and the Hokies, and
unbeknownst to me I'd been running in 2nd since around mile 36.
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Photo by Gordon Anderson |
I asked my mom if she was ready for the dirtiest run of her life, she
was game, and off we went. She stuck with me basically the whole time, making
sound effects the whole way. I told her to quiet down, but it brought a
smile to my face anyway. I apologized to some of the runners on their
way up. One of them said, "I like it... louder!" Even when my cleanly
little mother slipped right off the trail, covering her whole left side
in mud, we kept together smiling and hut-hut-yip-yipping. At the bottom of the descent, I changed shoes and picked up Chrissy.
Hannie came into this aid station much quicker than I expected - which she had been doing all day so one would think I should have been prepared. After a short regrouping, Hannie and I were off into the twilight. The coruse was slick with mud and there was still a steady train of people coming the opposite direction which made sharing the single track not super fun. I started blabbing as we moseyed along through the woods. Hannie didn't talk nearly as much, which was to be expected, but that didn't stop me from making lots of movie references and soaking up some quality time with my best frand. Hannie was moving great on this section and we rolled into the next aid station hooting and hollering.
I was excited to run with Chrissy because we planned
to be brave like the Stranger Things kids. I was El because my bib was number 11.
Chrissy braided my hair in an upside down French braid that morning,
which was my key to the upside down, even though we were NOT going to go
there.
At mile 70ish, when we saw my mom, she encouraged us to put on more
clothes, but we told her we were way too warm. Boy do mothers know best.
Little did I know that this was the last time I was
going to feel warm for the next 10 hours. After that aid station we began a forever climb back up into the snow.
Around mile 78, that cold I'd been trying to postpone hit hard. Of
course, I couldn't eat, but I also started having issues breathing. My
breath was rapid and shallow, and it took a lot of focus to keep from
panicking. I thought I kept hearing a woman screaming in the distance,
but it was just my little wheeze. It sucked to go from running strong this entire way, to being incapable of running the descent out of the snow
(get up get DOWN was the closest thing I had to a mantra for this race).
I've experienced this shortness of breath during some previous 50s, and
now I wonder if I have exercise-induced asthma.
Hannie said she was having trouble getting a full breath of air...which caused a bit of alarm - with 30 miles to go, homegirl had a lot of breathing left to do. Hannie started wheezing rather loudly as we got towards the top and that's when the idea that I was going to be running past mile 85 started making a presence in my mind.
Mile 75ish was when very uncomfortable cold feelings
began to set in. My clothes were soaked through and I was using spare socks as
gloves because my fingers were donezo. Hannie wanted a reminder to eat every
25-30 minutes and every time I had to move my fingers to fold up my sleeve and
check my watch I wanted to scream. All
our talking pretty much ceased and for miles it was just the sound of the wind
and Hannie’s wheezing (which had me in silent constant state of panic that she
was having some sort of asthma attack).
There was an aid station at the bottom of that descent, mile 83, but we
still had 3 miles until we would see my mom and dry clothes again. We
developed a plan to simply get hot food at the bottom, then huff it to
my mom and take our time getting warm and dry. That mile 83 aid
station exceeded expectations. They had a giant torch
(some leaf blower looking thing) they pointed at us and
gave us trash bag ponchos before they sent us on our way.
We probably spent an hour at the mile 86 aid station. Chrissy
expected to be done here, but big lesson learned: never expect to say good bye to your pacers until the finish line. It meant so much to have her with me the
rest of the way, since I know she was at least as cold and miserable as
I was. We exchanged every article of
clothing (except the trash bags), grabbed our new friend Alex and made
our way. Alex was in the trailer with us trying to get warm while we
exchanged clothes.
With Hannie
leading, me in the middle, and Alex at the caboose we started up what was to be
the coldest climb of my life to date. Alex and I did the small talk thing about
life and running, but the chit chat didn’t last long as the little warmth we
gained from the aid station left us. The rain was still coming down hard and
the trail was slick mud which made the slightly slanted trail even more of
challenge. Again, me not knowing how long this climb was, kept muttering
positive expressions to the group about how we are “doing great” and “will be
at the top in no time”. Rain turned to snow, mud turned to bone chilling slush,
and as we marched on Hannie’s breathing became worse and I could hear Alex
sliding around behind me. I kept telling Hannie to eat even though I was too cold
to heed my own words. Hannie marched with her hands on her hips which knocked
into every branch and bush we walked by flinging snow back at me, but her
breathing was more important than my cold face - so I said nothing and we
marched on. That 5-mile climb took two hours. I was convinced there was an aid
station at the top which had me dreaming warm thoughts during our frozen march.
There was no aid
station.
That final climb was endless and I had no
recollection of landmarks near the top. Chrissy and Alex waited for me
every time I stopped to catch my pathetic breath. The descent to the
final aid station wasn't much easier. A steep, rocky jeep road, and we were in a cloud so thick I couldn't see 5 feet in front of
me (I am 5'6"). I was able to descend a little faster than Chrissy and
Alex, and she called out to me, "Hannie! It's the upside down!" Indeed,
I looked back through the dark haze, and their headlights were floating
like those particles in Stranger Things.
The rest of the race was uneventful. One woman had passed me while we geared
up back at the mile 86 aid station, and another passed me while I ate a
hash brown at mile 93 aid station. 26 hours and 50 minutes. Good enough
for 4th woman. It took about six hours after finishing for my breathing
to normalize.
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Chrissy and I at the finish. See? Fashion. Not pictured here are the trash bags and surgical gloves we wore to keep warm and dry. |
I surprised myself in so many ways.
- My body worked normally: I peed regularly.
- I never even infinitesimally considered dropping, despite the 60% drop rate. Even when I shivered
soup all over myself, I trusted my plan to make things better.
- I never dreamed of the feasts I would eat upon finishing. All I
wanted to do was brush my teeth, take a warm shower, and sleep.
- I never felt sleepy.
- I didn't cry at the finish. I was too relieved to be done, and making it to the start was the greater accomplishment.
- The goop I hacked up in the shower was a foot long.
At John's previous hundreds, I would always ogle at the women who finished. I wondered what kind of metamorphosis
their minds and bodies had gone through. Now that I've come
through the other side of 100 miles, it feels a
little different than I imagined.
It's true. My knees and
ankles were wicked sore, I couldn't
find my ankles anywhere let alone flex them, and the tips of my toes
throbbed as if blisters formed from the depths of my bones. Before the race, I
savored how lean and prepared my body felt. I'm glad I did, because I
did not expect how swollen it would become.
Nothing
about my mental state differed initially. After spending one
evening in a stupor on my couch, I began to feel like something was
going on in there. First of all, I finally understand why people think
I'm crazy. In part because the weather was so terrible, but looking
through other folks' photos from the day, I realized what a terrible
thing I just did to myself. I didn't even notice the beautiful scenery
or terrifying weather because of the tunnel vision I adapted to get me
through. Running is such a beautiful thing to me, so to realize how
grotesque this actually was surprised me.
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Photo by Bethany Talbot Draper |
But, much like any
strange thing we all do to calm ourselves, it brought me so much joy. In
addition to understanding that I'm a total weirdo, I feel I've
retreated further into understanding myself and farther away from being understood by everyone else. I doubt I'll ever take the time to convince anyone of my sanity or solidarity to myself again. No one except myself can understand why I would run 100 miles. In fact, even the people I hold closest in my heart think I did it to try and be like John or something.
Acknowledgments
- That weather was definitely easier to run through than stand around in. Thanks to all the volunteers who braved that terrible weather, allowed their personal belongings to get trashed, and provided warmth out of their own pockets.
- My mom and Chrissy made me so happy every time I saw them. They took such great care of me and I am so grateful for
their support.
- Shawn and Trudy came out to crew John. It took a lot of
stress off Team Hannie, and it meant a lot to spend some time with them
over the weekend.
- All the Fort Collins, Boulder, and Hokie friendly faces I saw and heard out on the course.
- Everyone
back in the Fort who held down the fort.
- Everyone out there in
the world who might have been tracking me or otherwise thinking of me.
Time to hunker down, fatten up, and
finish my thesis. Running and school are so intertwined for me, so I can't really be proud of myself until both of these projects are done.