It was a dandy of a day, not too chill, not too hot. 80 peeps lined up, Jim drew a line in the dirt and said “go!”. I ran like heck and shortly after a mile found myself surprisingly in 2nd. I had no idea what I was doing up there, but I carried on. 8 miles later we all missed a critical junction that was not marked and had to back track. That kind a sucked and put us 12-15 peeps behind. the 3 other dudes I was with took off like banshees and with them any hope for my podium finish. A stretch of sand, sun and an exhausting 1000ft climb about put the dagger in my heart. Finally after much delirium I spied with my little eye aid station #2. I ate a grip of grapes, three fingers worth of Mt.Dew and ran on and on and on and the evil cramping bunny turned its head my way. The agony. but somewhat refreshed and with a long hill I coasted for a while.
After mile 15 or 18 or something I cried a little and was forced to run/walk the rest of the way. I tried not to walk longer then a minute and tried to run 2 minutes if I could muster it. A few peeps passed me and I frowned, I passed a few peeps and grinned inside. But really it was all about just finishing by that point. No way could I have maintained 2nd or even top five, but maybe a top ten? (I got 14th) Anyways the last uphill about killed me dead but somehow I forced the legs to keep swinging, when the white tent of glory appeared on the horizon. Hallelujah! I crossed around 5:35, about thirty minutes faster then my first 50K in March and believe you me, I am never doing that again!