What ho, shipmates!
If you were wondering where I went, well, I was at it again.
When Renee and I first got together in 2009 she did her first marathon and I chased her on my motorcycle. Over the next few years, having moved and without a motorcycle, I supported her marathoning by acting as chauffeur and cheerleader at the start and finish of her marathons. Then, in October 2011 we were headed to the Kansas City Marathon and I said, "I'm bored sitting around waiting for you to finish your run, so I'm going to do the half-marathon." Keep in mind that I am not a runner, with a bad right knee and a committed smoker, I signed up when we went to pick up her packet. So, my marathoning is basically a way to be supportive of my Admiral and share her adventures.
So, a few weeks back, she and her twin (also an ultra-marathoner) decided to celebrate thier birthday with a personal ultra-marathon. I was crew. I think my Admiral got the ultra bug then. Next thing I know, on November 29 my Admiral says "There's an ultra called "Last Chance Ultra" next Saturday what do you think?" as a dutiful husband and enabler, I said: "We should definitely do it, what do the buckles look like?" Now, I said that not knowing that I was coming down with the flu and not thinking that the last week in the semester is my most exhausting week judging the nightly final jury trials of my students. Also, I hadn't really kept in condition after the 50 mile back in April. So, I looked at the buckles and thought: "Very cool, I like the 100 kilometer buckle the best." And I said: "Let's go for the 100K." 100K = 62 miles.
Saturday, December 6. It was dark, foggy and 32 fahrenheit (0 celsius) at the 6:00 a.m. start of the race. The fog burned off at around 11:30 and the temperature warmed to a very reasonable 42 degrees (5.5 celsius). But 12 hrs 30 mins later, I was vomiting and had to tap out after 40 miles. My Admiral won the 100K in the womens division! Best day ever!
I teach my students to evalute their wins and their losses. Practicing what I preach, having lost this battle to reach 100k, sick, exhausted, and untrained, I learned that I can get to 40 miles after a liter of coffee and 3 cigarettes and no training. I learned that I need to do some training and have made the mental commitment.
It was worth the lesson:
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Now that I am recovering from the ultra and being sick (oddly the ultra didn't make me less sick), I am back in the shipyard and will have the time to respond to your posts and share my progress on
L'Orenoque!
Stay tuned!
Blessings. Peace. Gratitude.
Chuck