Article by: Lisa Trapasso
I set out August 17th – on a path that would take me to hell and back … nothing prepares one for the daunting distance of 100 miles until you actually hear the horn & start running & running & running … and that I did. I had hopes I would get the Buckle – the almighty Buckle – the Buckle that screamed “I just did 100 miles” … rather my journey did not take me to that destination … instead … a very different destination … one which was heartbreaking, humbling and exhilarating.
Out in a Flash
Although we (Gary & I) had a plan for each loop … I made some huge mistakes along the way. I started off too fast – the excitement, having Gary by my side – doing my first 100 together – the other amazing runners – the laughs & fresh legs … and probably did my 2nd loop too fast as well … I didn’t drink enough nor consume enough calories throughout first 50 miles which snuck up on me and I paid the price …
Nothing prepared me for what I was about to encounter within myself … and I didn’t think I could use the F word more explicitly than I did … the moments came … and continued. As the miles went on – It was a constant battle between my body and my mind … my ego and my pride …
At mile 22 – I could not stand the sound of my own feet … at mile 62 … I didn’t think I had any feet left.
Mile 67 … Gasport Aid station – I found a chair – and lost it … “hitting the wall” was redefined for me.
Triathlete Learns Lesson from Ultra Runner
It was also at this point an Ultrarunner told me to get up – and move – 67 miles was not a “respectable FD” … 75 miles was – Yes, I gave her a big FU in my head BUT it was what I needed … my body got up and my legs moved for 7 more l-o-n-g miles … because 75 miles was FD …
Those 7 miles were the toughest miles I have ever completed. I think I cried for most of those miles … I cried when I saw another runner pass … I cried when I saw Gary – knowing we would not finish together … I cried because I felt like my body had failed me … I cried – because I knew I was JFD … I cried because I knew it was “okay” …
Gary finished his 100 mile
Gary looked strong and his unbelievable legs took him to a 24:46 finish… a hour PR from his last Summer 100 … he remains my strength – my drive and my pride. We will finish together… I know!!!
So what did I learn
- I learned that sometimes there’s more to running/racing than finishing.
- I learned that the buckle, as much as I wanted it (and I so badly wanted it) – was an added benefit … because what I got out of this experience was greater …
- I learned that I had the privilege to be part of an amazing family of Ultra runners who shared this journey with me … and embraced my JFD … seeing what WAS accomplished – not WHAT WAS NOT … and made the most amazing friends along the way … whom I cannot wait to share some miles with again …
- I learned that 75 miles in 22 hours is JFA (Just F** Amazing)
There were 51 finishers in the 100 mile race and 30 JFD – each one of them with an extraordinary story of glory, guts and determination … miles to tell filled with victory & defeat.
I’m still licking my “mental wounds” from the Beast … but I’m already looking forward to the Winter 100 – where I will again test the path to Hell & Back
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