"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
CCC100 No Name Ridge Aid Station
Tony Philippi, Tim Englund and I worked the aid station at mile 80 of the Cascade Crest 100 course. The lead runner (Jamie Gifford) came through before 2 am Sunday and the last runner unfortunately missed the 11:30 am cut off. The Coleman stove was fired up throughout the night, and we kept runners warm with grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup, and perogies.
It started out to be a beautiful summer day Saturday afternoon, but evening brought with it plenty of wind and steady rain. We came prepared for a cold night, but we were not really ready for the unexpectedly windy and very cold night that it was (nor were the other volunteers or the runners). There was a fire ban so we couldn't build a fire, and it was certainly frigid standing around. Good thing tp! brought some great tunes! And good thing we each brought along plenty of humor! It turned out to be a fun-tastic day...and night...and day!
We had endless fun serving the runners at this late stage of the run. Many kudos to race director Charlie Crissman for doing a superb job his first year taking over this fabulous race. Congratulations to all the runners who finished, and of course, good effort to those who toed the start line but didn't make it to the finish. Please come back next year to try again!
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!