The battle of Wyco continues. This race was dedicated to stopping bullying.

“Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.”

~ Friedrich Schiller ~

 

 

Wyco is making me Psycho!

 

This is going to be a tough one to write so where do I start? Like so many previous plans; yesterday began with confidence and good intentions and leaving my watch at home so I could take the day as it came. I really felt ready both physically and mentally for the challenge to come, but it is said that momentum is a cruel mistress and she can turn on you at the drop of a hat.

 

I dedicated the race to a 14 year old named Abigail who has been struggling with being bullied and has responded by trying to hurt herself. I do not know her but she is the granddaughter of someone I know and I guess I wanted her to be aware that people she doesn’t even know care about her. Bullying has become a real problem and people need to realize that life is hard enough without us making it harder on each other.  

 

This was three races in one for the Psycho Psummer with a 20 miler and 50K starting at 8:00 and a 10 miler starting at 9:00. Since I was signed up for the 20 and my wife was doing the 10, I took the shuttle to the park at 7:00 and she read her book and came over before I started. We got our picture taken together and she gave me some words of encouragement before the start.

 

It was already getting hot and I had no idea what to expect, but I was going to try to go with whatever the trail had in store for me. Ben gave his pre-race talk and blew the horn and we were off, over the bridge and across the grass towards the entrance to the bridle trail which is always a conga line at first. Shortly people found their pace and we began moving more smoothly. The group I was running with was talkative and moving at a good pace so I stayed with them. I was pushing a little but decided to hang with them as long as I could. We got to the first manned aid station and there was a little girl ringing a cowbell; I smiled and waved at her and realized after I passed her that she may not have been waving but waiting for high fives. Sorry I missed that opportunity. I topped off my water and grabbed a couple of orange slices and was off again.

 

I crossed the road and entered the single track and I was still pushing but moving pretty well. They are nice trails with some rolling hills and switchbacks that go through the woods and have some nice views of the lake from time to time. At about 4.5 miles on one of these switchbacks I turned the corner and lifted my head for a second to look ahead and caught my right toe on a root, which sent me flying through the air. As soon as my feet left the ground I tucked my arms into my body and hit the ground hard and rolled a few times. I got up and assessed the damage, saw a cut on my hand and my arms, my hands were covered in dirt and my water bottle was squashed and packed with dirt. Shortly after, I passed Rick from Mile90 photography, who has a knack for appearing and disappearing on the trail, so I have dubbed him Photo Ninja.

I walked for a while trying to clean and unbend my bottle and trying to regain my focus. At the point where you get closest to the water I saw Bob sitting in his kayak taking pictures and I raised my arms and told him I was taking some of the trail with me. I walked/ran for a bit and was getting frustrated because I was not planning on walking this early in the race. I came out onto the dam where my friend Carl was working the aid station. He started hollering when he saw me and asked what I needed. I showed him my dilapidated water bottle (it leaked the rest of the day but did its job) and he cleaned it off and filled it and got some orange slices. My plan was to grab a couple of S-Caps here but with the distractions I forgot. I also tried to eat a peanut butter wrap, but took one bite and quickly decided that was not going to work either.

 

After another couple of miles my calves began to cramp and I was back to a walk/run again, getting more frustrated and having thoughts about not making it the whole 20 miles. I was drinking water with electrolytes or Heed and grabbing a couple of S-Caps along the way but I could feel the indecision and doubt getting the best of me. When I got to the Shelter 14 aid station they cleaned my arm up and, as I was leaving, the first 10 miler came running through. I said, “That’s awesome, he started an hour after me.” I was reminded that he is an elite runner, which I know, but I also knew there were more to come. I justified the top five 10 mile runners but then it got demoralizing and I was losing ground and I had not even reached the hardest part yet, the dreaded three sisters. A very nice lady passed me and asked if I needed medical attention; I guess I looked pathetic and I was limping because of the cramps.

 

I was not only frustrated with the possibility of not completing what I set out to accomplish in the race; today represented much more than just the race. Personally this was going to be the day when I pushed past what I thought I could do and transformed another piece of who I am.  There was also Abigail. I dedicated this to her, so would I be letting her down if I settled for a 10 mile finish?

 

I did not want to feel like I was taking the easy way out or quitting, but without proper caloric intake and the high temperatures I had to decide something soon. The lead 50 K people cruised past me and they looked like they were not even breathing hard. As I came out of the woods and saw the finish line and the turn to go for another loop, I decided to try a little and see what happened. I switched out a couple of things in my bag and was heading out across the bridge and field battling with what to do. A couple of people asked if I was okay and I said “I guess, just trying to decide if I am going any further”. Once I realized that I was standing by the lake watching the geese swim around I took that as a sign that I was done. I turned and did the walk of shame back to the start/finish area to tell the race director I was done. Soon after my friend Brittany and then my wife came across the finish line. They both did great!

Decision time - A million thoughts going through my head

Kristen finishing the 10

I know I was not the only one to drop down but it does not make it any easier. I will never know for sure if it just was not my day and if I made a sound decision or if this was yet another case of giving up too soon.

 

To Abigail and anyone else who is being bullied or struggling with being depressed, please know that there are a lot of people who care and are willing to help. Remember that “Hurt people, hurt people”. Sometimes the people who least deserve your love, need it the most. Seek out help because hurting yourself is never the answer. Sometimes when we are hurting emotionally, we seek out ways to hurt physically so that maybe the emotional pain doesn’t seem so bad.  Finding an athletic endeavor to push your body through is a far healthier way to counteract that pain than doing something that harms you, and may harm those in your life who care about you and want to help you.  Those who really care about you will support you and assist you in getting the help you need to work through the pain.      

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Comment by Eric Welsh on September 17, 2014 at 8:08am

Thank you for the kind words Robert. I think the reason I took this so hard was that it really was not about the race at all. I think the 20 miles on a course that had given me such a difficult time in the past represented every missed opportunity and chance I did not take in my life. no wonder I crashed mentally as well as physically, that is a lot to carry on one event.

I am getting back in the saddle, I signed up for a trail 25K yesterday and will build from there. I still have my sights on a 50K in the not so distant future. 

Comment by Robert Burpee on September 17, 2014 at 4:41am
Eric like Lori & I'm sure most of us have been where you are & by the way in case your wondering, your a runner alright.
Last year I entered 2 marathons & didn't start either due to injury in the first instant & illness in the second. I felt as though I'd let myself, my running partner, my family & friends down after all the effort, training & travel. When I was injured I still up until the last minute thought I might be able to compete but on the morning I could hardly walk. Everyone had all come to watch me, booked cabins the whole lot & when I couldn't run I just sank.
But & it's a BIG BUT, after a week or 2 I learnt something that changed everything for me, I learnt how much I love running, how much it means to me & how much it's apart of my DNA. I realised I'm not defined as a runner by any race, any event but by what I do day to day, week to week, run by run. If I were never to run another race I'm still a runner because that's what I do, I run.
And Eric so are you, YOU ARE A RUNNER. Don't be defined by a perceived failure, I say perceived because you still ran even after you fell, you picked yourself up & kept going. You didnt just stop you kept going, you over came, so your a winner in my book. Your also a winner because you care about the well being of others, you look beyond yourself and honour them by putting a foot on the starting line & thinking of them.
There are millions people who couldn't even contemplate doing what you've just done, so don't be too hard on yourself.
Rember "Discretion is the better half of valour"
Comment by Eric Welsh on September 16, 2014 at 9:36am

Thanks Lori. I am getting myself back on track after a rough summer. I am in rebuilding mode right now. Re-reading Born to Run for inspiration. 

Comment by Lori Enlow on September 16, 2014 at 7:36am
Tough day! I know all those feelings well, been there many times. Learn and grow...that's what it's all about. Great great experience under your belt and something raw and gritty to build upon. Onward and upward my friend!

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