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SOB 15 Race Journal Entry:
I was chicked (passed) by a girl
once, and then had to run like he'll that last 4 miles to re-pass all
those smart runners that didn't stop at the turn-around point to
drink, eat, and take pictures- duh! I learned my lesson while seeing
my heart rate climb to above 180 bpm... Finally cruising through the
woods in the beautiful Pacific Crest Trail I saw my last roadkill.
Around another corner then off those narrow, soft, rustic "goat
trails" Sarah the 60 yr old (well-trained trail runner) was in sight.
Up the last hill to mile marker 9, a slight downhill then a flat
stretch of a good .3 or .4 miles. My heart was pounding so loud I
could not hear my body say, "slow down farm boy!" and then she was
there about 300 yards and closing. My speed increased to almost 16 mph
that last 100 yards there was no runners behind me, no runners ahead
of Sarah, just the finish line was all my eyes could see. Circa 10
yards before the crossing the finish line I reached my 40th roadkill
just before my left calf muscle began to surpass the dreaded lactic
threshold. What a race, and though the age difference was apparent,
her skill as an ultra-runner was the only motivation to beat... Long
live the crazy runners who travel near & far to test their minds,
bodies, and expensive gear! 15:30 P.D.T. Enjoying the Eugene, Oregon
airport... While I await for my returning flight home to Utah. Very
excited to Sausha & our boys!