A woman named Elise offered to pace me. I met Elise through a mutual friend and we'd corresponded through email. She not only offered to pace me but also put me up and show me around. I liked her immediately! She was the best pacer that never got a chance to pace EVER! She showed me where I would meet the shuttle at 5:30 am the next day, attended the pre-race meeting and drove us there, she made sure I was up at 4:30 am the morning of the race, came to the start and took pictures and was at the aid station as I came in at mile 43.5. As I was dry heaving, she whipped her hand under my forehead to hold my head. She sat in the tent with me as I warmed up and hydrated me and made me eat. I think Elise and I have a long future ahead of us, she's awesome.
|Me, Elise and part of my dehydration problem, a huckleberry martini|
|9 miles of gravel road with beautiful views|
|There was a trail through here!|
|A mile of this and worse.|
Quitting was a good decision. I am sure my problem was dehydration. In retrospect, I had some water through Thursday afternoon and evening. Probably a quart. Then I had coffee Friday morning. No water from 9 pm to probably 8 am. I had some water issues (not enough available to back of the packers) during the race. I used to drink a quart of gatorade between when I got up and when the race started but somehow that part of my routine has slipped away and needs to be corrected.
I was hardly sore at all after 46.5 miles and felt OK the day after the race. The day I drove home, I felt fine. So it seems my training is solid but my prerace hydration is poor. Eliminating extra florinef helped relieve the nausea incredibly.
I'm glad I did this even if I was a quitter again. Meeting Elise, being a part of the first Montana hundred miler and getting to spend a day on amazing trails was all worth it!
|An obstacle in the trail|
|Colorful creek crossing|
|The mountains went on forever!|