Two days ago I completed my second 50 mile ultra trail run. An ultra is defined as any distance beyond the standard marathon distance of 26.2 miles. Most of these types of races are run on unpaved trails through the woods. I have been a distance runner since 2006, but running ultras is something that's relatively new to me.
They say everyone experiences these races in four phases.
- The Physical - Your body is cranking like a well-oiled machine and you feel unstoppable.
- The Mental - You're fighting physical discomfort and perhaps even pain, but your mind is keeping you moving.
- The Emotional - You're physically and mentally exhausted, but the fire in your belly gives you strength to push onward.
- The Spiritual - You're praying for the strength and fortitude to get to the finish line in one piece.
I had paced well for the first two loops, but since I was about five hours from sunset and running on a gimpy ankle, I expected the last loop to be completed well after dark. A friend volunteered to run with me for the final 17 miles in case things got bad. I greatly appreciated the company.
With his encouragement, I finished the race in 10:55:26. I had bested my time from last year by an hour and a half. I couldn't believe it. I know it would not have been possible without all the support and care I received from so many that day. I was overwhelmed with such gratitude and joy.
When I tell people about this hobby of mine, they always ask "why?" Why go out and torture myself for so many miles? Why don't I just relax at home and watch TV?
I tell them this. I do it because I want to challenge myself. I do it because I get to see the good in people. I do it because I want to move with purpose.