Laurel Highlands Ultra

My Garmin said we did 13,209 feet of elevation gain in the first 49.51 miles and 11, 559 of loss.  That's all it lasted.  I loved the course.  It was challenging, beautiful, and an experience.   There were definitely important parts: crying, barfing, mooning, finishing. That about sums it up!  And yet here's still a few more words...  

Our crew, always good, are now polished and exactly what we need every aid statioin.  Rick and Pete, we really looked forward to seeing you guys.

I think Squirrel had a great quote, post-race, tending to blisters and cleaning up at Tim's, that went something like, "we left large quantities of all sorts of fluids across the Highlands."  The mooning was at the very orange, very large, honey moon in honor of Tom's moons.

Pre-Laurel Post, Post-Laurel Run

I'm going to wait for the weekend to get my race report done.  In the mean time, I ran for the first time since Laurel Highlands.  Well, the toe that Piper broke, I think, before Hali was on fire...more like being stuck with a hot branding iron for most of the race.  Today, it was just numb.  The knee that I fell and land on a rock the Tuesday before Laurel, was also weirdly numb.  The rest of me felt pretty good.  I ran about three miles in the fields.  The only time I knew I'd run really long recently was on the down hill across the street; Piper made sure we ran fast.  Then I could feel where my recently sore quads connected to the top of my legs.  It wasn't pain, but a definite sensation.  If I was a professional ballplayer, I'm sure I'd have to take a few games off.  If I were the Jedi, I'd run a 50k on Sunday.