I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Overheard at the Bandera 100kLiza
Visiting trail runner about local trail runner: “Oh yeah, I remember him, we met at a trail race last year. We showered together. I mean, we showered at the state park together. I mean, we showered in stalls next to each other at the state park… He told me about how he loved Payday candy bars… OK, there’s just no way to make this sound good.”
Masters 100k runner post race: “And then my right foot and my left ankle cramped at the same time and I fell over onto the trail. Directly across it. I lay there until I heard another runner coming and then I yelled out,”I’m not dead!”
The Bandera 100k was a gut check for me this year. I don’t know how hot it got, but I certainly felt like I’d been smacked down by the Hand of God until late in the afternoon. I plugged along like we all do because there’s nothing like a lovely new belt buckle. I’ll write a good report tonight. (I managed to do three ridiculous, blog-worthy things before the race even got going.) It’s about 6am right now and sitting in at the finish line in three puffy jackets waiting for the last three runners to come in. Running on the Bandera trails for close to 24 hours is huge.
But, most importantly, here is the start of the Bandera 1mile.
242 played Timothy Olson. 243 ran in black moon boots. (Future Hoka zealot.) And they finished in order of height. Joe had medals and whistle for all of them and Asa walked around with his number pinned to his shirt for the rest of the afternoon. Joe and Joyce Prusaitis do good work.
Full Race Report here.