When I got a late night text that people were bailing from the steeple chase route, I figured, what the heck, I still have one running/carpool partner, let's see if anyone shows up. Just when I'm ready to spend a boring morning running the BST, Twinkies pulls up and says he actually knows where we're going. Sah-weet! That was the only good part of the morning.
As soon as I stepped out of the car I realized it was going to be a lot colder than anyone had planned for- We were all in long sleeves and there was a 20mph wind blowing and biting. I borrowed Jacob's vest, threw on some gloves, and we started. My legs were dead from the first run down to the trailhead from the capitol to the BST. I knew that was trouble if I was hurting so much on a slight road down hill. We proceeded to tag the twins (me trying to not climb too quickly to save some juice). I think we summited at 1:06, so not terribly slow. Coming off the first twin we see MVH with no headlamp or water. Maybe he should be M-WTH? haha. Right on for him. He tags the twins too and then catches us. Once we got on the big slog to summit (last 2 miles up?) the boys were power hiking at a pace I just couldn't come close too. My quads were screaming and I just felt trashed. I felt worse than I did at the Zion Traverse, and pretty comparable to my first 50. This is at mile 7 of a 20 mile run, and I felt like I had already run 50... Last week was still in my legs, as were the jump squats the day before.
So I felt bad watching the boys stop and huddle into their shirts (in the blowing snow...) like little turtles waiting for me. But I just had nothing to give. We got up little black, tried to go down the other side, I got cut up through the scrub oak, there was snow, blah blah blah we went back the way we came and for once in my life I didn't want to push the downhills, I was happy to just stay in line and take them slow.
Then Jacob and I ran 4.5 more. Then my sunglasses ripped out my nose piercing (which I got fixed) then my fam had a bunch of stuff and (other than a quick shower) I didn't get home til 4pm, then we went to Chuck E Cheeses at 5pm.... what a day!
Final thought: Just cuz someone has a nickname based on a disgusting processed food product it doesn't not mean they're slow, and likely it means the exact opposite....
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