"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Whew! What a race! What a spectacular course! What fun!
What a drag to not finish.
I made it to just about 200k. I felt very good. Everything was "jiggy" as Allison says. I climbed Mt. Sangas at 100 miles. .... Uh...... WHOA? I have never seen anything a crazy (in a good crazy way) as that mountain. My ankle held up on the uphill but did not like the looooong incredibly steep downhill. After much battling with myself, I decided it was best to save the ankle for another day.
I am disappointed but in retrospect would not have done anything differently under the same circumstances.
It was a blast. I got to run with some of the best ultrarunners in the world. And my crew totally ROCKED!!
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!