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Leadville 2012: I don’t even like to drive 100 miles and VomitLiza
SCHEDULE August 18,19, 20
3am Get Up
4am – 9pm Run
9 pm – 12:40am Run, Hike, Walk and Vomit
12:40am – 2am Vomit
2am – 6am Sleep
6am – 9am Eat breakfast and Vomit
9am -11am Pack, Vomit, Awards Ceremony
3pm – 6pm Drive from Leadville to Colorado Springs
6pm – 9am Eat, Sleep
9am – 2am Drive to San Antonio, kill one large armadillo, get questioned about black eye by concerned gas station attendant, eat pound of jelly bellies, Vomit (Asa this time)
2am – Be zombie
Asa and I left San Antonio and drove up to Leadville in one good, vomit-filled push. (Well, there was a brief overnight in Colorado Springs to see a dear friend and get the car detailed.) Take away the stop in Colorado Springs and the car detailing and you pretty much have my race report: One good push and then lots of vomit.
Of course there were all sorts of highlights – like when I forgot my handheld in my jacket at the race start and ran 13.5 miles to the first aid station without water.
And seeing my old Outward Bound supervisor at the Fish Hatchery aid station. (She did not remember me despite my sweaty hug. Me: “I worked for you! It’s Liza!” Important mentor: Polite smile.)
Having at least 40 people including Anna Frost tell me Aliza LaPierre was 5 minutes ahead of me for over two hours. (“Yes, I know. 5 minutes. I’m not catching up.”)
Catching up with Aliza LaPierre going up Hope Pass. Sure, she was having severe breathing difficulties during the race, but I caught someone going Uphill!
Watching Tina Lewis pass me before Treeline looking like she was out for a morning tempo run – in a very cute outfit.
Hiking next to Krissy Moehl as she tried to motivate me to run and catch up with Tina. (She was doing this great slow jog-in-place jog trying to get me to pick up the pace. I gave her that same polite smile my OB mentor gave me and continued my hike up the road.)
Introducing my friend Lalo to the notion of false summits on the Power Line section. (“Oh yeah, sorry about that. There is one more hill.)
Sharing all that vomit-filled time with Brian around Turquoise Lake. (He was a rock star. “You must feel better after all that.” “Take your time.” “No, no, stop as much as you need.”)
Stealing my dear friend Kris’ coat, hat, and gloves during the last five miles. (“I’m cold. Give me your hat.” “Uh, you’re going to need to wash this jacket later.”) I’ve harped on the vomit enough, but really, I’m not sure what exactly was fueling me the last 20 miles of the race. I’d sip on flat Coke out of handheld and vomit it up a few minutes later. Chalk it up to the altitude?)
Listening to Kris’ prayer for help towards the finish. (Well, crap, how am I supposed to hike slowly when “eagles’ wings” and Team RWB are mentioned?)
“Running” the last mile with my entire crew. I’ll never forget that. I wanted to share all sorts of emotional thoughts with everybody as we moved along, but I was afraid I’d just vomit again. Sitting in the medical tent after the race with Ashley Nordell telling vomit stories. Hugging the New Balance crew.
I ran faster than I did two years ago and the course was about three miles longer. Getting better with age is very nice even without an ore cart prize. (PS. Tina in 2010, they gave wine and whiskey with the ore cart. Contact Lifetime.)
I cannot thank Brian, Amanda, Lalo, Kris, Sandy and Rich enough – and the kids. You made that day perfect for me. I can’t wait to return the wonderfulness. (Rich and Sandy, prepare yourselves for the pressure to run the 100 now.)
Thank you to New Balance for the MT110s. They were stellar – and sloughed the vomit nicely.
Drymax socks for well over 20 hours and not a single blister or hot spot. Again.
Thank you to GU for the Rocktanes. They were tasty as always until the altitude and my stomach conspired. If I never drink another flat Coke…
And thank you to UltrAspire for the wonderful pack and handheld – sized just right for the smaller person.
The race volunteers are amazing. You should all go and run this race. (Watch your step around Turquoise Lake and up the Boulevard though.)