About 2 weeks ago we decided to sign up for Big Dog, after Jean graciously agreed to stay an extra day and watch the kids for us (so we could both run). Jay hadn't run in 4 weeks, but decided to register for the 10-miler anyway (instead of the 5-miler). Then he still didn't run. So by race day today he had been back to running for less than 1 week (after a 5 week hiatus due to a tweaked knee at Great Wolf Lodge) and had completed just two 4ish-mile runs. No problem, right? Apparently not, since he did just fine running the full 10-mile loop with Mack.
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| Jazz hands before the start of the race. Just a little bit excited. More nervous. |


While Jay stayed with Mack (for company, for an easy pace, and to keep him safe - yes, we know he's probably fine out there solo with all his experience, but at age 72 it doesn't hurt to have someone with you in the woods, just in case), I ended up solo for my entire first loop. I got caught up in the wave of 5-milers at the start and was thus stuck in the line of faster moving runners for the first mile of single track before the trail opened up and I could step aside for a minute. Lee, Maria, and JP never caught up to me that lap though, so I just ran along at my happy pace (hiking the steeper hills) until I went through the start/finish area, where I took a break to search the car for my plantar fasciitis foot wrap... It had started to flare badly a couple miles back and ibuprofen wasn't helping. I couldn't find the brace though, so I had to head back out without it. JP and the girls caught me about 2 miles in (I had slowed down due to the foot pain, and because I was getting tired - Lincoln Parish Park is a very hilly course and it takes its toll on you after you hit double digits) and I ran with them through the mile 7 aid station (well, mile 17 on lap two). At some point between miles 13 and 15, I had tweaked my right knee, and by mile 17 it was hurting bad enough that I wasn't able to run long stretches anymore and could no longer keep up with them. Since I was out there, I had to finish (yes, I could have walked to the nearest road crossing and called Jay, but I'm stubborn and I wanted my 20 miles). I'm also smart enough to know not to make a "twinge" turn into an injury by running on it, so I jogged slowly and hiked as I was able for a mile or so, then basically walked the last 2 miles (there was a little running in there, but they took me 30 minutes, so clearly there wasn't much). My hips and ankles were aching anyway (soft trail is easier on the joints than asphalt, but 20 miles is 20 miles, and running downhill is pretty jarring), and my quads and calves were toast (again, the hills), so I really didn't care. I wasn't racing (myself or anyone else), so I was just concerned with finishing the miles and getting a good "time on feet" run before the marathon. Mission accomplished. I finished 6th female (and last female - ha!) and it took me 25 minutes longer than
when I ran it 3 years ago with Sophie. The first lap took me 2 hours and 5 minutes to complete (a respectable 12:30/mile trail pace and
the same time it took Jay and I to run the 10-miler two years ago) and the second lap took me 2 hours and 40 minutes (16:00/mile pace...)
It sure is peaceful and beautiful out in these woods...
The 4:15am wake-up call, 1.5 hour drive, 2.5 hour race (running his longest total mileage in at least 6 months), and another 2.5 hours waiting in the cold for me to finish meant Jay was one tired cookie by 1:00pm. He's a very good sport though, and smiled through a quick selfie before we hit the road for the drive home to Gramma and our babies.
Ruston, we love you, and we'll be back again - hopefully sooner than this previous stretch!