It was a long night/morning at Christmas in July. It started out pretty good, but by lap 3 my digestive system started to act up. I had to take (putting this a bit crudely) a crap on lap 4. Didn't really help with the issues. They continued and progressed as the race went on. Also, it rained for a most of the second and third hours. By the third hour, I had to take a crap three more times. For the last three hours, I was reduced to power walking. Every time I tried to run, I ended up almost doubled over with pain. And, of course, I had to take a crap three more times. Unfortunately, I really don't know what caused this. Maybe it was just the midnight starting time and having to eat during the day. Or it just might have been one of those fluky things. We'll see what happens at Howl in three weeks.
I have managed to pull some positives out of the experience. First, I didn't quit. I pushed through to the end of the six hours, even if it was only power walking. Second, I did manage an ultra distance, which was a good workout being on my feet for 6 hours. Third, it was night run, which I did need to fit in. Fourth, I got in a lot of power walking practice. And, finally, I think it strengthened me mentally working through everything. All in all, I did get in 28.217 miles and finished 12th out of 50. And I was the oldest runner in the race.
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