In this multi-part series, contributor Aaron Maas will take us on his journey from preparation to (we hope) completion of the 2014 Transrockies Run. A 6 day multi stage race that takes place in Colorado in August.
In today’s installment, we are introduced to pre-travel hiccups and the first days of the event.
Before I start I should admit something. Good or bad I run around 50 miles a week. Sometimes more,sometimes less. I run 8 miles on Tuesday and Thursday, then long on Saturday and usually an uncomfortable andSloooow “recovery” (more like “death march”) run on Sunday. This puts me somewhere between “RunnersWorld subscriber” and “avid Runner”.
On Saturday, before the Tuesday PepsiCo TransRockies Run start I had my packing list ready and went to the store for a nylon bag that could double as a drop bag (to leave at the starting line at the race with jacket, food,or whatever else I might need) and a shower bag around camp (there was to be a “shower truck” which may or may not be a dude with a hose on an F150. To be determined…). While perusing the miniature hygiene products I got a text that my teammate was out – complete with a picture of a punctured foot and swelling which could only be described as “ewwwww”. In that moment only one thing was certain: I wasn’t sure what I was doing.
Matt had asked me to run this race with him early in the year. The timing was perfect because I had a big race in the fall I was passionately training for. March’s Spartan Race wasn’t the podium smashing hit I had hoped for and I was concentrating on my longer runs. I had been dedicated to the ultra plan for dummies I had written myself (read:“by a dummy, for a dummy”). Aside from two weeks I took off to convince myself I had a broken foot or not, I had stuck to my plan increasing weekly mileage from 30 miles to roughly 100k (my October A-Race is a 100k). That all being said – a 120 mile mountain course over 6 consecutive days was NOT something I felt “ready” for. The only calm in this torrential uncertainty storm was my buddy was going with me and we’d take a lot of silly pictures. Now – there was no teammate, and no creative direction. I was proverbially “in a bad way”.
Already long story short – I got on a plane to Denver. I found a burrito place at the airport I deemed my “Last Supper” and found a group of runners waiting for the TransRockies shuttle to Buena Vista, Co (About 2.5 hours from Denver). Know how to find a group of runners? Forget body type – you’ll know because you’d find a bunch of grown up adults in flip flops or sneakers, backpacks or duffel bags in lieu of nice luggage, and nary acollared shirt in the bunch. These were MY PEOPLE. I met Turbo (raised as “Ryan B.”) and he rounded up thisgroup of international misfits and took us on a charter bus to Buena Vista (pop. 3,660) for registration/check-in. The weather outside was inversely proportional to the storm inside of me.
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