Continued from here…
The second section of the race for our van started at dusk around 9:30pm. It was gorgeous out. I patiently waited my turn in the van while the other members of my team stepped out with a headlamp and started running.
Around midnight was when I started my leg of 6.7 miles. I was exhausted and had attempted with no luck to take a nap before my run. My stomach was feeling a lot better though than the previous run. My run was on a gravel road in the dark. I had to wear a headlamp and a reflective vest exactly like the pic below (by the way, this isn’t me. It was one of my teammates who rocked it).
I started out at an 8 min/mile pace and averaged an 8:10 min/mile pace for the first mile and a half. I realized that this was a recipe for disaster because:
a) I’m clumsy + abnormally large cattle guard slots + gravel road + complete darkness = 95% chance of extremetries being injured
b) previous food poisoning? + not a lot of running related training lately = slowing down to such an extremely crippling pace that my team would have to send a search party to find me
So, I slowed it down. I could see a headlight out in the distance. I headed for the light like a moth to the flame (I know, corny, but true). I passed 5 people. Where did these legs that were running so fast come from? I don’t know, but I just ran with it.
About 4 miles in, I could see something reflective coming towards me. It looked really tall. As it got closer, I started rubbing my eyes. What was I seeing??!! Could it be that a tall wizard about 12 feet tall was walking towards me with a cane? My heart started beating faster and faster.
I’m a hallucinating. Keep running. Ignore it. Is it even really there?
As the figure got closer, the shape came into the focus. It was a police man wearing a reflective vest on a horse. He said “hey” and kept going the opposite direction than I.
I’m so f$%ked up right now! Oh my gosh!
My van was waiting for me up at mile 6.2 with water. I told them I was hallucinating, and they laughed and told me I was doing great. I saw another light up in the distance, and yelled to my van that that person was going to be my 6th “roadkill.”
In the race, if you pass a person, it is called “roadkill.” At first, I thought this was a horrible way to be too cocky and sort of throw it in their face if you passed someone. Bu then, I was out there running and hallucinating, and it really helped me with my own personal morale to pass someone and call it roadkill. Back to the story.
So, I guess the guy heard me, and started sprinting up this hill infront of me after he had been running at a very slow pace. I started sprinting after him. He knew what I wanted to do. I was too determined to let him get away from me. We were both working hard to get up this hill, and I passed him very gradually.
Damn, he made me work for that. All because of my big mouth!
Two more lights up in the distance. I needed to get them before I finished. I needed 8 roadkill total!! I was out for blood. I was high from this run.
Almost done. Get’em! Get’em! Get’em! Got’em!!! I finally finished… at an 8:45 min/mile average pace.
Yes, I know it is a much slower pace than what I ran my marathon in, but it worked especially after what I had been through earlier in the day.
The other two runners ran their legs, and I was too high from my run to take a nap in the back. We headed back down the mountain as soon as we made it to the exchange with the other van from our team. We were in search of a shower and food at 3:30am.
Stay tuned for the final run of this relay only a few hours later!