Good morning blogland! I’m writing to you from the comfort of my parents home office with the family dog curled up asleep next to me. Race reports will be posted soon (as soon as North Face posts the pictures the took during the race because a race report is pretty boring without the pictures!). For now, I wanted to enlighten you about my weekend of firsts.
The first “first” is an obvious one if you read my post a couple of days ago. But just as a reminder, I completed this on Saturday. The North Face Endurance Challenge 50 Miler completion is my first ultra (attempted and completed). The race itself is a first but also contains many other firsts. It was also the first time I ran longer than 16 miles in a race (since I twisted my ankle at mile 16 during the Moab Trail Marathon and had to hobble the rest of the way). It was the first time I was on my feet moving for longer than 7 hours and 43 minutes. It was the first traveled farther than 26.2 miles on my feet. I also had a pacer (my mom) for the first time during the race who kept me positive, moving in the right direction, and well hydrated and was vitally important to my ability to finish the race. I had a crew for the first time during the race, thanks to my sister and mom who spent their entire Saturday dealing with my wants and needs (luckily I didn’t ask them to do anything too embarrassing for me). My sister was also my photographer and took these great shots of me during and after the race:
There were also some bad firsts. It was the first time my stomach bothered me during a long run. It’s the first time I ran out of water (twice) and gatorade (twice) and the first time I raced in high heat (95 degrees) and high humidity (75%). It was also the first time I was wrongly disqualified (more on that in my race report). Finally it was the first time I didn’t cry during a race longer than a 10k.
Within the race itself I also set a couple of PRs. I broke my 10k trail PR by almost 8 minutes and my trail marathon PR by over 2 hours!! I was pretty proud of those PRs considering they were in the midst of a much larger, longer race. Later in the race I regretted pushing myself in the beginning, but maybe those seconds I gained early helped me beat the clock as an official finisher.
When I was writing down my notes from the 50 miler on Saturday night I realized that Sunday would be full of firsts as well, but didn’t realize exactly how many. Sunday was the first time I did two races in one weekend, the first time I raced a 5k (I know it’s a little backwards to have completed one 10k, three half marathons, one marathon, and one 50 miler before doing a 5k but I never said I was conventional), my first running race with my mom, and the first time I met the winner of a race while I was still at the post-race festival. Here’s a couple more pictures to commemorate Sunday’s firsts: