Saturday, April 10, 2010
First, some kudos. To Brett (O.D.) for designing the course, for cooking sausages, for whatever else he helped with and I'm sure it was bunches; to Donna, for helping Brett and sending me the e-mail on Thursday, "Are you doing the Mash?" which started a string of e-mails that ended up having me register at 3:00 on Thursday; to ZACH, master event promoter, great race putter-oner, and smart dude for waiting until now to run the race rather than in a foot of snow; to all the other helpers (I'm sorry, I don't know who you are except Jody -- thanks for helping), thank you all for helping out. Lastly, to all my prior-life race buddies -- Janice, Sally, Nancy, Mike, et. al. -- it was SO nice to see everyone again. Man, I had forgotten how really cool the mountain bike scene is and how awesome the folks are. Yes, its true - I can barely "race" anymore, but boy-oh-boy do I enjoy being part of the experience. Today, I was the lappee. No, that's not really a word, but being lapped by many folks certainly should be a word in the dictionary. But at this point in my life I just didn't care. In a prior life, I'd get offended at my horrific slow speed and go home and train harder to save the embarrassment. Now? I'm 50, menopausal, and I don't care. I'd say I'm in the 5% bracket (or maybe less) of women my age that do what I do and just cause I'm doing it, I'm happy! I don't care if I'm slow. I don't care if I'm lapped. And I don't care if I piss you off for me taking up space on the trails. I'm happy! It took me 3 1/2 hours to go 2 laps which totalled 18 miles. At that rate, it might take me more than 8 hours to finish the Rattling 50 Marathon (if I do it). My average HR was 135, my max was 174, and I burned 2,285 calories. It was awesome! Today was the perfect endurance training day. Zach - the Mash was Sahweet - thank you. He keeps the attendance limited to about 100 which makes it even nicer. There's something to be said for small events. (That's why we keep the BASH is small too). This was a far cry from what the Tough Mudder will be like with 5,000 people, but that's an entirely different kind of event. Ain't activity the best? Now how do I convince the other 95% of my age group that they CAN do what I do!