Gathering for the final briefing pre-dawn.
And we're off!
Aid Station 2 where I wolfed down a delicious turkey sausage. In retrospect, I should have eaten a few pancakes too.
Back at Vivian Park. My pacer Blaine catching a ride up to Aid Station 8.
Coming into Hobble Creek Canyon
That's me in the hat (4th from right) coming into AS 6.
Glorious ice cold towels awaited us at Aid Station 6. It really was an oasis, because it was an endless death march to AS 7.
When you see the determination and guts this guy has to complete 50 miles, you give yourself a little pep talk. "Come on Shane, if this old codger can suffer through the heat and exhaustion, so can you."
You'd think that pep talk would work, but my body just told me to "F&@%-off and keep your motivational speeches to yourself."
I'm fairly certain I laid in this dudes sweaty grass imprint after I finished.
This picture pretty much sums up how I felt.
This picture pretty much sums up how I felt.
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I felt just like that old codger after that hike up the mountain even though I got a ride to the 33 mile mark.
Out of curiosity, how long does it usually take you to recover from a long race? Was the recovery from the Squaw Peak 50 different because of its length?
Anywhere from 3 days to a couple weeks, depending on how tough the race is. In the case of this 50 miler--I'm still recovering. My knee is jacked up and doesn't seem to be getting better. I'll be taking it easy the rest of the summer.
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