In an instant, I was sliding head first in the mud, I came to rest staring in the face of a large sharp rock jutting ceremoniously up in the center of the trail. Ironic thing was - it was a fairly tame section of the course, mile 20.
The day began with several gun shots, the national anthem and a gathering of local and regional studs and studdetts all set to blast out of the gate. David Riddle's appearance had a lot to do with that. His fast rise and astounding victory list has put him in conversations with some of the country's ultra- elite.
The early miles were fast as expected and I decided to, well go for it- I ran in the top five through the first aid station. I felt strong through 10 but started to hear foot steps and was caught by several runners. One remarked that he was "bringing the cavalry". So he was! One of the guys was the man who helped me navigate the unmarked section of the Chatt Fat A**, one stellar dude. But today he was out to beat me fair and square.
Through the second aid station the trail was fairly dry and had only one notable climb (nicked K2) to deal with. The footing began to worsen, loose rocks replaced well worn dirt trails and mud muck and water became a constant part of the run.
On a descent I had a momentary focus loss while moving fast and my right foot landed on my inner arch directly on a sharp crag of a rock. I immediately knew I had some damage. But continued, hoping it would subside.
The pain eased, but my descending slowed as I felt another direct hit would end my day. Others passed me and I fought the urge to despair. Frustration over my inability to move quickly throughout the super technical terrain would come on in waves. Finally, I shrugged it off by mile 20 and just ran- "keep moving forward".
I saw Julia at Aid 3 and 5, Bennett was with her, it was such a comfort to have them there for support. The final miles contained the infamous "waterfall climb" where use of hands is required at certain points in the climb. Followed by more muck and wet miles strewn with rocks and a final loooong climb called McKays something or other.
I did feel good on the final climbs so I felt like my fitness was there as I knew I put in the time in training. In the final miles I was able to stretch my legs on the ridge line and was able to catch 2 of the studs who had ripped past me earlier and a third was seconds before me. 4:41 13th overall.
All in all-- a celebration with like minded individuals of the wilderness- great day to be alive.
Thanks Fleet Feet Nashville and Swiftwick for all the support!
God speed,
Jadyn
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