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The End At Tarawera

02/22/2021 by John 3 Comments

Before we get into it, I want to be clear that I could not have crossed the finish line without the help of my support crew. Mary Fingeroff and Monique Lynch were there for me throughout the weekend. Crucially, between the two of them they ran the last 40 kilometres with me. I didn’t complete the Tarawera Ultramarathon, we did.

Something felt wrong. It’s hard to describe. With only a few kilometres to go in the Tarawera 100 Miler, I started wondering if I should stop and seek medical attention. I was scared. I kept going. To the finish line. In a daze I choose my pounamu. After all the work to get to this point, I couldn’t really appreciate it at the moment.

Finishers of the Tarawera 100 Miler are given a pounamu (New Zealand greenstone) carved in the shape of a Toki, a Maori symbol of strength, reverence, bravery, and mana.

Every competitor must go to the recovery tent. They asked me questions. I was given over to the medical team, my temperature taken. Other vitals. My core body temperature was too hot. Next thing I know, I’m on a stretcher, getting ice poured over me. It wasn’t enough. Off the stretcher, and into an inflatable kayak, so that more ice and water could be put around my body. My temperature fluctuated, down a bit, up again, apply more ice, stable temp, then down a bit more.

I actually almost fell asleep. While in an ice bath. I had to pee. Dr. Tom got me out of the tub and walked me to the furnace box that was the port-a-loo. Thankfully, he didn’t make me get back into the tub. Instead, he sat me down in front of a big fan and wrapped me in wet towels, bringing on more uncontrollable shivering. But my vanquished appetite had returned, and I got to eat some excellent vegan food from the end of race banquet area. And then, I almost fell asleep in the chair.

After two hours in the medical tent, I was cleared to go. The free beer tent was already gone for the day and the last competitors were crossing the line or still out on the course hoping they would make it before the thirty-six hour cut-off which was fast approaching. It was about as climatic and anti-climatic as it could get for me. I didn’t want to celebrate. I just wanted to go back to the hotel to rest.

A shower. Half a beer, my first since New Year’s Eve. Asleep for a spell. Wake-up. Eat a little more food and finish my beer, then asleep again. The day is done after being more or less awake for the past 40 hours and over 100 miles of movement on my feet.

I am fascinated by what happened. What happened? I don’t know. I felt good. I was moving well. Then in the final 20 miles or so the wheels started to fall off.

The memory of that last downhill when every step caused a grimace of pain is fresh. I can still see myself almost breaking into tears at the last aid station and saying that I wanted to quit with only a few miles to go. The ice bath was an experience I’d rather not repeat. During much of the later half of the race, I kept telling myself I’d never run another hundred miler.

But the mind has a way of transforming difficulties into resiliency and determination. Only a day or so after the race, I started asking the questions. What could I do better next time?

Filed Under: Running Tagged With: New Zealand, running

100 Mile Jitters

02/09/2021 by John 2 Comments

Race week is here. I can’t believe it. I’m nervous, excited, and afraid. I’ve had a queasy feeling in my gut for days that I don’t think will subside until the starting gun goes off. This weekend I am running in the Tarawera 100 Miler.

I don’t know if the fact that I’ve run a hundred miles before makes it harder or easier. It feels easier in that I know I have (had) the capability to do it. Harder in that the now I know how difficult it is. The first time, I didn’t know what I didn’t know. And this time, I’m afraid I’ve forgotten whatever it is I learned the first time around.

It’s been almost six years since I’ve run this distance. Six years more age on my body. Six years during which I have not been running many big events.

Am I ready? What does that even mean? I ran what a piece of paper told me to run almost to a fault, ignoring those silly instructions about speed work. Does anybody like speed work? My body doesn’t feel particularly ready, but did it last time? And what does that feel like anyway?

As for the mind? What I know is that a version of me did this in the past and that when faced with a difficult challenge, I often get through it. I can see the finish line by the lake in Rotorua. I picture myself bowing so that the pounamu can be hung around my neck. It’s just one step at a time. That’s all anyone can ask of themselves.

Filed Under: Running Tagged With: New Zealand, running

Happy Birthday To Me

12/23/2020 by John 1 Comment

It is my birthday. Fifty-one spins around the sun and who knows how may more I get to take. The journey is still interesting. Slowly I am getting to be more comfortable with who I am as I begin to unravel that who I am is not at all what I thought it might have been and yet everything I have always been. Makes no sense at all, does it? My mantra: I don’t know.

Filed Under: Lifestyle, Mindfulness Tagged With: mindfulness

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