The night was lo-o-o-ng. We walked and walked and walked and ogled the incredible full moon and walked and talked and laughed and told pirate jokes and walked and giggled and talked and laughed and spent waaay too long at the aid stations and laughed at Chris's jokes and moo'd at the cows and got off course for about 20 minutes and walked and walked and tried to keep warm and stayed together and had a grand old time. Oh, and got off course another time and walked some more. At Beaver Lodge we caught C2M'er (and TRT co-RD) George Ruiz, who joined our merry team. At long last the sun rose, a welcome sight after enduring some hollows in the 20-30 degree range! At Beaver Creek, mile 85, it was finally warm enough to shed some layers. Yippee ki yi yippee yay!
There was only one more aid station at mile 92, the one with the best name: Ranger Dip. Deb is trying to get some calories into Steve; I am having no such problems now. :)
Although I was tired and ready to be done, it really was fun and relaxing to complete a 100 miler this way. No pressure, no hurry, just takin' it all in... Thanks Deb and Steve!
...but the quads still hurt this late into the run--ouch!
Chris spotted this guy at Bear Lake en route to the finish! He's been working on his moose karma.
With about a mile to go, George and I attempted to break 32 hours. We didn't quite make it (32:01), but at least I beat my best Hardrock time (gulp) by 6 minutes. I wore the same shoes and socks the entire race and didn't get any blisters or foot issues. I LOVE, Love, love my Salomon.Speedcross-2's!!