The trip back home- to Wisco didn't start out as planned. After having the car brake down 2 hours into the 17 hour drive, Ashely and I had to resort to flying. Which all in all ended up being almost better. I got to go on my first commercial flight, got to arrive to Wisco hours ahead of time, and even got to drive out to Wisconsin Rapids to watch my old Cross country teams race- Which brought back some pretty vivid memories.
|The Night before the race!|
Start- Butler Lake
As race morning took place, Ashley, Karen (Ashley's mom) and I drove up to Greenbush, and before I knew it everyone was lining up on the road. As I took off down the road I wondered if it was really a good idea not to wear a headlamp. I was thinking it'd only be dark for 40 minutes or so, and the trail isn't that technical..Well it actually turned out to be a good idea as a pack of 6 of us took off down the ice age trail, I ended up stealing off everyone else's lights.
|Not even 5 miles in and already trekking by myself|
As I reached butler in what felt like no time, I was put in smiles by all the familiar faces of Karen, Heather, Barb-The list just goes on and on, and after trying to cram 7 gels into my shorts I was off. All by myself I put in some tunes and just cruised along the hardest section of the course between Butler and Mauthe. Just as I hoped I was eating fantastic, 1 GU and 1 Roctane every hour-with no stomach problems! Although as I reached Mauthe I was craving the water since I wasn't carrying any due to the airport snatching both my water bottles...
As once again seeing Marty- After watching him get married couple weeks back! I pounded 4-5 cups of water and took off after being told I was in 3rd. Which I kept getting surprised at how long I was spending at aid stations..Im just too used to hundos maybe. As I crept closer and closer to New fane, I kept becoming more and more confident Id catch Nic and Tony. Just as my hopes got up I see Nic just hauling towards me 1.5ish miles away from the aid station. Shit. Oh well, the thought of catching up to him was thrown out the window. I was shocked Tony wasn't with him, but to my surprise I would come across him a mile later.
I got to New Fane at 3:55 feeling pretty dam good, and relatively confident I could go sub 8. I then took off relatively fast- probably a little too fast being all excited to try and catch up to Tony. I was really surprised though at how close people felt to me. I was still keeping the 9 minute or so pace and soon enough I caught Tony, who didn't seem to feel the greatest. I slowly started to feel it through this section, but I started to wander off into my past. Memories flashed back, and the feeling that those memories will never be the same, almost haunted me. Visiting the cross-country meet, visiting my old work, visiting the Applebees where we all hung out at, running on the farm field trails all around my house, really started to make me have a gut feeling of wanting all of it back. My childhood slowly started playing through my head and I really couldn't believe it was all gone. A part of me wished I could go back, whether that be 5 years old or 15 years old..
I reached Butler to find Ashley all in smiles, along side of her mom and Dad. With Barb screaming how amazing Ashley did- winning and getting the CR for the 50k...Although I was not very surprised since I was pretty confident she would do just that! As I took off up the stairs, more memories of all the times, the good and the bad I had at butler lake flashed through my head. I just couldn't get over that I'm an "Adult" yet, I still felt, I still do feel like a kid, and I really still wanted to be a kid. As I got closer to closer to Hwy 67, I was getting more and more rough. Although yet I was feeling pretty miserable, I was wishing at the same time that I could be doing this every weekend..Once I reached Hwy 67 I found out I was right on the edge of 8 hours, and as I reset my watch to try and get a 9:08 pace for the next 6.7 miles I lost pretty much all confidence.