I never really got around to writing a proper Wasatch race report. It seems that life (and laziness) just got in the way. The short version goes a little something like this. Summer training was great, but things got crazy once school started, so training took a backseat. A week before the race I got sick, culminating with my waking up on race morning with a fever and feeling lousy. This feeling never really got better, and I was fully prepared to drop at mile 35. Luckily for me, this aid station was on top of a mountain ridge, meaning I’d have to hike another 5 miles down the mountain before I could drop. With the help of my crew and pacers (without whom I would not have finished), I somehow stumbled my way to an agonizing 35+ hour finish. Here are a few pictures.
(Hiking towards Chinscraper in the early morning dawn)
(Feeling lousy - again - on highest point on course)
(Pretty much how I felt all race)
(My second pacer, Rachael from Idaho)
(Taking a break on the trail)
(I look forward to Ant Knoll AS at mile 80 every year)
(Rachael plunging down The Dive)