So much awesomeness Chris, this was my favorite part of a really good weekend.

 

I was really hurting in the eighth mile, and almost stepped off the course at that point.  I had just passed Bash's lovely fiancee and when she said "looking good" I replied either "no, bad" or "not good".  For the next minute or so I thought about turning around and getting in her passenger seat.  Decided I was going to try hard to finish unless I was afraid of doing permanent damage.

 

As I passed the end of the Sugarloaf driveway about mile 13) some asshole points at me, and says "you're the eighth runner, you're number eight".  Hey fucker, I had absolutely no idea.  Thanks for that, now it's changed from "just finish" to Sufferfest 2012.  After passing a couple of runners and being passed a couple of times, I was holding place.  Around mile 23 a guy passed me and I just said "oh fuck no buddy" and stayed right on him, waiting and praying for an uphill.  I got a good long one and dropped him.  The end.

 

3:01:31, 8th OA, 2nd 45-49

 

Marathons are stoopid.

Haha, I love how the guy ruined your day by telling you that you were 8th. 

Didn't get arrested. The thong was actually pretty comfortable, except the sequins chafed.

 

Ran 48:57. Given the Hayes St. Hill, I'm happy with that. Beat the gorilla. Had the dubious distinction of being the first bare-assed finisher.

 You know I really want to see some pictures, right?

So much awesomeness Chris, this was my favorite part of a really good weekend.

 

I was really hurting in the eighth mile, and almost stepped off the course at that point.  I had just passed Bash's lovely fiancee and when she said "looking good" I replied either "no, bad" or "not good".  For the next minute or so I thought about turning around and getting in her passenger seat.  Decided I was going to try hard to finish unless I was afraid of doing permanent damage.

 

As I passed the end of the Sugarloaf driveway about mile 13) some asshole points at me, and says "you're the eighth runner, you're number eight".  Hey fucker, I had absolutely no idea.  Thanks for that, now it's changed from "just finish" to Sufferfest 2012.  After passing a couple of runners and being passed a couple of times, I was holding place.  Around mile 23 a guy passed me and I just said "oh fuck no buddy" and stayed right on him, waiting and praying for an uphill.  I got a good long one and dropped him.  The end.

 

3:01:31, 8th OA, 2nd 45-49

 

Marathons are stoopid.

BD - you just made my entire week with this story! Just when you thought the concert was over, time for an encore.

 "oh fuck no buddy" - freakin fanstastic way to do some damage!   KA and Congrats!!

May 19th Abel Wilder 100K (Self supported): Goal Sub 8hr; 1OA. If it's over 80 degrees just finish! Water available to fill my bladder at mile 26 and 55.

 

I don't know if I would have signed up for something like this if it wasn't for some inspiration from you guys. 

DNF: 52 miles; heat exhaustion. 89 degrees and very little shade.

I have never endured through so much pain and suffering. The thought of drinking water, NUUN or Gatorade all made me nauseous. Once I threw up water after not drinking anything for over 20 minutes I knew it was “game over”.

I’m just glad I didn’t have to pay for an ER visit. Actually if they would have had a medical staff they probably would have told me to go to the hospital, but I just slowly nursed myself back to health with broth from soup, Pedalyte and sucking on ice. I told Kristin on the phone as I was lying down with all of the muscles in my legs were cramping at the same time I will never run that far again… Now that I’m feeling better I may reconsider it again in the distant future.

Next year I want to go back and run the 50K; with very tough hills, gravel, a creek crossing and very limited water support that is a challenge enough.

The following day I woke up I felt like I was hung-over: dizzy and a headache. Ate a big breakfast and lots of fluids. It was nice to have an appetite... (The story gets better after this)

After breakfast I drove up to watch some friends run the 50k and the 30k. In the car I had just I finished off a cup of coffee and a bottle of Pedialyte. I was thinking to myself: I'm feeling a lot better, my legs are really sore, but my friends that are running in the 30k also rode 100 miles on their bikes the day before too, If they can do it I can too. I know it will be fun to run a slow conversational pace and we will walk the hills.

So I drove up 10 minutes before the start and signed up!

The 30k was actually a 21+ mile race. It hurt to run down hills but we kept each other distracted. After the first 14 miles the four of us were in 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5^th place. It was the first time during the run that I didn't feel sore. I checked to make sure everyone was feeling fine. And I took off to catch the 1st place runner. (Yeah I'm way too competitive; plus I like a good challenge). I caught him and kept on hammering, it felt so good to be running fast!

So a day after running 50+ miles in 89 degree temperatures, puking all over the place and refilling with pedialyte and coffee, you went out and won a 30K and referred to it as "feeling good".   

 

Good grief.   We are playing different sports.

This group (Swampies) are F'n nutz.

What possesses one to guilt himself into a race then crush it. In the back of my mind, I think he was sand-bagging the real event just to glorify his victory.

Quote from BadDawg on 5/21/2012 at 9:04 AM:

I just said "oh fuck no buddy" and stayed right on him, waiting and praying for an uphill.  I got a good long one and dropped him.  The end.

 

Also, just awesome. Who doesn't love a RACER when running just isn't enough.

So much awesomeness Chris, this was my favorite part of a really good weekend.

 

I was really hurting in the eighth mile, and almost stepped off the course at that point.  I had just passed Bash's lovely fiancee and when she said "looking good" I replied either "no, bad" or "not good".  For the next minute or so I thought about turning around and getting in her passenger seat.  Decided I was going to try hard to finish unless I was afraid of doing permanent damage.

 

As I passed the end of the Sugarloaf driveway about mile 13) some asshole points at me, and says "you're the eighth runner, you're number eight".  Hey fucker, I had absolutely no idea.  Thanks for that, now it's changed from "just finish" to Sufferfest 2012.  After passing a couple of runners and being passed a couple of times, I was holding place.  Around mile 23 a guy passed me and I just said "oh fuck no buddy" and stayed right on him, waiting and praying for an uphill.  I got a good long one and dropped him.  The end.

 

3:01:31, 8th OA, 2nd 45-49

 

Marathons are stoopid.

awesome and you too chris

good talk george while we both suffered

Riggs - what was the name of the 30k / 21+ Mile race?