Earlier in the week I got a call from the newest ultra-marathon man that I know...Tim. We chatted about all sorts of stuff but the topic of the long run for the upcoming weekend kept weaving its way into our conversation. It was never settled when/where or even if the run would take place due to possible storms predicted for late Saturday and sometime Sunday. I did promise Tim I'd give him a call or email the day after Christmas...which I never did...and, again, Tim, I apologize.
Friday evening I received an email from Stefanie about she and Tim doing their long run on base the next morning. She shared her and Kenny's cellie digits (picking this up from my teenage daughter). I gave them a call just before I started my run. She and Kenny were waiting on Tim to meet them at the main gate. (non-DoD folks have to be escorted on base by a civil service person or a member of the military). They said they'd find me.
0755 (7:55am) I begin my run. Carol, my lovely bride, is my rolling crew (I'm blessed!). She accompanies me on any run beyond 12 miles. She'll leapfrog ahead 2-3 miles and wait on me with Gatorade, water, GU, etc. Did I say I was blessed? First stop was near the Aeroclub. Its along Hwy 247 and easily seen from 'outside the fence'. From where I started this was around the 3 mile point of my journey. I took some water and continued on. A few minutes later I hear a vehicle approaching from behind me and then some catcalls and whistles....my running friends Stefanie and Tim being chauffeured by Kenny. I continued on as they disappeared ahead of me. I thought they may be showing Tim the course but as I did my loop through the Air Guard hanger area (built for the B-1 bombers that were moved back to TX) I saw three figures walking out to join me ahead. We hooked up and continued on. Kenny went back the truck and began his leapfrogging. Tim and Stefanie were doing a run/walk mix whereas I was doing a steady easy pace. I did a few cycles of their run/walk but realized I was falling off my scheduled pace so we said 'cya' and I ventured on.
The whole distance in relation to time/pace is quite interesting. Back in my motox days I learned you never look behind you...ever. I try to observe this same routine for my training. However, I've found it is helpful to glance back every so often because you really don't know what/who might be behind you. Along the east side of the flightline I decided to glance back at my buddies. I could see them but couldn't really tell how far away they were....but, it really didn't matter...i was keeping a steady pace while they were running and walking. Two different strategies that accomplish the same goal....run/jog/walk a long frickin way!
My plan was to do a 9 mile out and back to give me the 18 mile run on my schedule. I felt great at the 9 mile point and decided to be safe and rest for 2 minutes. I walked around sipping Gatorade while Carol walked with me. I decided to change shirts and apply some Bodyglide to the thighs ( i don't have stick legs like some of you runners have!) I snuck a kiss from my bride and off I went...backtracking the course I just ran. I was anxious to see my friends...as I started down a hill near the fuel tank farm i saw them coming up the hill. We shared some smiles and words of encouragement and went in opposited directions. I didn't see them again though. I thought I may see them near the end of my run but I guess they chose a different course on the base.
The base was totally dead yesterday....i mean DEAD! The perfect place to run...no dogs...and a HumVee with a dude manning a .50 caliber machine gun on top that came by every 45 minutes or so...talk about feeling safe! I'm blessed to have access to this safe place to run.
Everything was good through mile 15. Hips began to tingle a little bit around 15 but the feet ankles and knees felt fine. Shoulders were a tad tight. Energy level was pretty good....I decided to pop half a GU around 13 and I believe that is what kept everything moving forward. The last two miles were bears....i had to walk a few times which I hate to do but I knew it was key to just doing the distance. I had Carol waiting for me every 1.5 miles at that point. The sun had broken through and it was nearing 72 degrees and quite humid.
As I watched the Garmin click over to 18 miles I immediately wondered where my friends where and how they were doing. Even when you don't run with someone physically you know they are out there...pushing through the same things you are pushing through.
Runners are special folk...regardless of speed or ability they are just special. They have made a decision to do something only a small percentage of our population does....run!