This race was my very first attempt at an ultra back in
2011. I made it 19 miles that day but did not finish. Physically I was in the
best shape I had ever been in but I didn’t realize how mentally prepared you
need to be to actually finish an ultra which is why I didn’t finish that year.
So in 2012 I signed up for Wild Idaho again but woke up the day of the race and
decided I did not want to do it. I wasn’t having fun anymore at trail racing. Races had become hard for me because I had put some weight back on. So
this year I was determined to lose some weight, train hard, and finish this race.
Since January of this year I have been losing weight (48lbs)
and getting in to shape to finally complete Wild Idaho.
Ryan and I drove up to Boiling Springs campground the night
before the race and we arrived after the pre-race briefing. I went and checked
in and visited with a few friends. All too soon it was time to go to bed. We were sleeping in the back of our Expedition
which is pretty comfy. I was starting early so I set my alarm to go off at 4am
but when it did I just turned it off and went back to sleep. Finally I got up
about 4:45am, got all my stuff, and ate breakfast. At 5:30 I told Ben I was ready to start the
race. He did a countdown and I was off (everyone else started a half hour after
me).
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| Mike Blessing and me |
It was so peaceful being out all alone and I didn’t even
hear any scary things in the bushes. When the first place runner for the 50k
passed me I was about 4 miles into the race then after that it was a steady
stream of people. I made it to the Silver Creek Saddle aid station for the first
time grabbed some food, and took off towards Silver Creek Lookout. I would be
passing through this same aid station two more times. Once I made it to Silver Creek Lookout I had
to stop and take in the view. It is just
so beautiful up there! Right before I reached the top Mike Blessing, the
sweeper of the race, caught up to me told me that a friend of mine Dondi and
another lady were probably ½ mile behind me. He was right once I turned around
and started back down I saw Dondi.
Dondi was my saving angel for this race. I had forgotten my
trekking poles which I use for steep races and Dondi let me borrow hers. Thank
you!
I made it back to the aid station for the second time filled
my pack with water grabbed some more food and headed down an ATV trail where I
saw everyone coming back up the trail. As soon as I got on the ATV trail Dondi caught
up to me I was able to run with her for maybe ½ mile before she took off. At the bottom of the hill I saw Mike again and
he told me that he was going to catch up to the last 50 mile runner and also
mentioned that I needed to beat him back to the Boiling Springs aid station! I turned around and started back up the hill and
by then the other lady that was behind me was only a ¼ mile back. She caught up to me pretty quick. We chatted for a few minutes and she
mentioned that before I do another race I should get shorter poles. I told her
I was just thankful I had poles and that I was borrowing them from a friend who
is a GIANT! She wished me luck and was
on her way.
When I got to the aid station for the third and final time I
grabbed more food thanked them for volunteering and was on my way for some
sweet (not steep or rocky) downhill. I pulled out my music for this section and
did a run/walk occasionally stopping to stretch out my calves. They were starting to cramp up and for the life
of me I couldn’t figure out why. When I had 2 miles left before I was to reach
the Boiling Springs aid station I was remembering the first year I had
attempted this race. At this point in
the race two years ago I was crying and had already given up mentally but not
this year! I was even thinking that the
first half of the race was fairly easy. There weren’t many people left doing
the 50 mile that were behind me so I was alone quite a bit.
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| Mile 17.5 at Boiling Springs |
I was excited to reach the aid station where Ryan was
volunteering. He would be joining me for the second half of the race and I was
looking forward to it. Once I got there he took care of my pack filled it with
ice water and I grabbed more food then we were off. I knew that the first
mile out of the aid station is crazy steep but I just took it steady and put
one foot in front of the other. Pretty soon I was at the top where there is a
nice tree that had fallen down and is a good place to take a break which I did.
I watched my watch and only allowed myself 2 minutes to rest. I saw Mike coming
up the trail and since Ryan was with me he said he would just catch up to the
last 50 mile runner and he was on his merry way. I was a little bummed because
I wanted to hear some of his funny stories.
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| Half naked dudes |
I kept seeing the other runners coming back down the trail
for their last few miles to the finish line. It was fun watching how well
everyone was doing. I told Ryan that since Mike wasn’t going to entertain me
with stories that he (Ryan) would have to. Ryan pointed out that we have been
together long enough (almost 19 years) that I’ve heard them all but what you
all don’t know is when Ryan tells stories they are never the same version. They just get better and better. When
we left the log we started downhill for awhile.
Just after that, the trail flattened out for a few miles which was nice.
Since Ryan had done the 50 mile race last year I kept asking him if we were
close to the next aid station he wasn’t sure because it all looked the same (I
think it’s because he runs to fast and everything gets blurry). He was ahead of
me and rounded a corner and said “I see the aid station!” Finally I could sit
down for a few minutes and rest. Once I could see the aid station I saw a
couple of guys with their shirts off and said “my prayers have been answered
half naked men woohoo!” They were runners and soon left. The volunteers at the Wet
Foot aid station were so funny, kind, and helpful I didn’t want to leave but I
had to.
Ryan pointed out the trail that we would be going on as we
left the aid station and I used a few colorful words once I saw it. My language didn’t improve much for the rest
of the race. For the next 2.5 miles I
had to climb up, up, up. The trail was so steep I was using the poles to pull
me up and the whole time I was getting worried because I had to come back down
the same way and knew it was going to be hard on my knees. At this point in the
race I wasn’t having fun anymore. It was hot, I was in pain, and it felt like
it was never going to end. I took my time whenever I saw a log on the side of
the trail I sat down. Ryan could never stay put though because the flies were
bothering him although I didn’t even notice them. It was great seeing all our
friends come bombing down the trail like they were being chased by a mountain
lion. Every time one of them came by I was just amazed at their speed. The trail was so steep I thought for sure
they would trip and fall then go rolling down the hill!
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| The last push over Skunk Creek Summit |
Once you make it to the top of the hill then it’s a ¼ mile
downhill to the aid station which was a very welcome sight. I was starting to
feel sick so I actually took a little longer at the Skunk Creek aid station to
try and settle my stomach. While we were
there a runner came in and said another runner was on the side of the trail and
wasn’t feeling well so the volunteers started up the trail to see if they could
help. It turned out that it was our friend Christine. Just a few minutes later
she came walking into the aid station and didn’t look good. We hung around
talking to her and once I knew that she was well taken care of we took off back
up the trail 8 miles left to go. We had only been back on the trail 30 minutes
when Christine came running by us. She recovered and was looking awesome.
Another friend of ours Emily was right behind her. Both ladies did really well!
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| Mile 28 just before Wetfoot aid station |
The downhill was just as bad as I thought it would be. My
knees felt like they were going to explode.
This is about where the tears started and wouldn’t stop. This is also
where Ryan said to be thankful I wasn’t running 100 miles (which wasn’t
helpful!). All I kept thinking about was getting back to the Wet Foot aid
station then I saw what time it was and saw that my goal for the race was still
in reach. Finally we made it back and once again I didn’t want to leave as I
was having a good time visiting.
From there it is 5.5 miles back to the finish line but to me
it seemed so much farther. I had already been out for 13.5 hours I was tired,
dirty and ready to be finished but the only way to do that was to keep moving. I was hoping with the flat trail ahead that I
would be able to run but it just hurt too bad. So I kept walking. I think
Ryan was wishing he had brought ear plugs so he wouldn’t have to listen to me
whine. Several times I stopped and asked for a hug I was so physically and
emotionally drained by then. Once we finished the last uphill section, I stopped at a log where I had made the decision to drop out of the race back in 2011.
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| 'The Log' |
It was a wonderful feeling knowing that I had continued on and made it back to this spot this time. From there we had about a mile left to go. It was
the most painful mile yet 3 runners passed me going down to the finish line and
I couldn’t even manage a smile anymore. I just wanted to be done. Finally we
were off the trail and back on the road. For the last ½ mile of the race I
needed my headlamp I was hoping to not have to use it but I just wasn’t fast
enough.
Once we could see the finish line Ryan whistled to let
everyone know that we were almost there and Ben gets on his bull horn and says
“come on Michelle sprint it in” so of course I started running again and
crossed the finish line holding hands with my Husband. I gave him a hug and
thanked him for helping me finish the race. I was surprised to see so many
people at the finish line and I loved giving them all hugs. I stayed for a few
minutes then took a baby wipe bath crawled into bed and was out like a light.
Before I had finished the race I told Ryan that it was the
hardest race I’ve ever done and I have no desire to do it again. For days after the race I was really upset
with myself for the way I acted the last 4 miles. Crying and whining wasn’t
going to get me to the finish line any sooner. I set out to finally finish what
I started back in 2011 and I am proud of what I accomplished.
Miles 33.7 - Elevation Gain 8,252 feet - Finish time 16:17
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| Me and Ben Blessing the Wild Idaho RD |
Thanks to Tony Salazar at Tempus Photo and Design for many of the pictures included.
