it's been a busy two days here in Silverton, haven't had a chance to update on here.
I dropped at Mile 65, the Grouse Gulch Aid Station.
I'm okay with that, but I am still disapointed. I really don't subscribe to the "way to go, you did 65 miles, that's awesome" mind set. Because the race is 100 Miles. If this had been the Hardrock 65, then I would be satsified.
But, on the other hand, this is Hardrock. Hardest thing I have ever done. Hardest run (it's not a race) I've ever done.
Never encountered mountains like these before.
Never glissaded down a loose bed of shale (called scree) down a mountain. Never looked over a rock ledge wondering if I was on trail or at the edge of a cliff.
Never had several moments of sheer terror on a trail-which, once I lived and got down safely, found it awesome!
Never went from being overheated and hypothermic in the same hour.
I've got no epic tale of woe or drama for dropping.
What happened to me can happen to anyone in an ultra.
I got behind in calories. 5 miles to the next aid station might mean you have to climb a 12 or 13,000 foot mountain in between. Also got behind on water, which helped with the energy deficit.
The wheels started falling off around Ouray, mile 40. I had a big climb, and was way behind in calories and water. By the time I made Engineer Aid Station, the sleep deprivation kicked in.
I made it to Grouse Gulch, mile 65, with about 20 minutes to the cut off. But I needed a nap, and had to climb Handies Peak, a 14'er (14000 foot mountain) next. I decided to drop there, rather than time out on the other side of Handies, which would have taken me a very long time to climb.
I'll write a nice detailed report later this week complete with pictures.
I won't be back next year, but I am definitely wanting to get my Hardrock finish. It's just almost hard to relate, the situations and conditions. It is certainly as advertised: "WILD AND TOUGH".