Let me preface that by saying the race organization, course, volunteers, etc. were stellar; it was my own personal performance that failed.
I started off slow & easy, feeling ok. I knew the trails of Raccoon inside & out, so mentally I was prepared for the 18 miles ahead. Somewhere before the switchyard, my knee was getting stiff. I looked down and realized I had forgotten to wear the ITB band/strap thing that has been the magical little piece of gear that has kept me moving. Shit. Sure enough, it locks up on me a few minutes later. I hobble stiff-legged to the next aid station, at the entrance to the small intestines trail loop. I gave a friend my keys to get my strap (hoping it was in my car), and meanwhile sacrificed my Buff to make a sort of tourniquet thing to tie around my ITB and apply some pressure (and hopefully gain some relief). Then I set out on the trail… and walked every bit of that 3.5 miles. QUITE frustrating. a few tears even.
Luckily when I looped back around to the aid station, my band aid was waiting. YEAH! I had been seriously contemplating what to do if it wasn’t there. Do I withdraw? Is a DNF the smartest thing to do? Or do I persevere and hike it to the finish? (Or is that just being stubborn and stupid?) Thankfully I took the finding to be my sign, and carried on.
I walked. and walked. The band wasn’t so magical that I was able to start running right away, but it did loosen up enough to shuffle through MegaWatt slightly faster than a granny’s pace. I listened to a storm rumbling through Sequatchie Valley and met some nice folks along the way. A few miles from the end, the sky opened up. At first, it was refreshing. cleansing. But then the lightning started, and boy did that put a pep in my step. All pain was forgotten and I focused on getting to the finish line asap.
Finally, it came. A few minutes after 4 hrs. wow. A whole hour after my predicted time. This was definitely the most trying day I’ve had on the trail. Mostly due to the frustration of my dang knee pain and not knowing how to fix it. Any progress I thought that I’ve made is out the window. (Goodbye WR50… maybe next year). I think some solid rest (or at least, time off the feet) is in order after tomorrow’s final stage.

























