My take aways from the 2012 HAT Run 50k
When will I learn that there isn't enough Glide on the planet to keep me from chafing in the middle left part of my back.
I can talk fairly non-stop for about 5 hours if someone is willing to listen.
Probably even if there isn't anyone around to listen, too.
Salt via olives works wonders for me.
I can run up hills even if those around me want to walk.
I want to always be the lead runner. (see observation below)
Chafing can happen any where. It does not care if it gets, let's say, personal.
Trail running is like crack to me. But crack that makes me giddy and cheerful not willing to steal to get more of it or forget about personal hygiene. Although while trail running I do stop caring if I am fifthly and stink. Maybe trail running is even more like crack than I thought.
On the trails runners often do whatever the "lead" runner does, i.e., walk a hill, charge a creek, go around mud.
It is super fun to have a fellow runner tell you mid-race that they love your blog. Thanks to those reading that shared (put up with my chatter) the trails with me at the HAT!
Eavesdropping on other runners early in the race would have lead me to believe that I was running with a field of super stars. I think I zoned out for a couple miles simply listening to three male runners play a game of one up with each other.
I think I'm due for a non-muddy ultra soon. That 50 miler in two weeks would be nice.
Getting my gear ready sooner might eliminate some of my stress.
Running in the rain and mud is badass! Too bad the photographer didn't brave the weather to get those amazing photos of me smiling through it all.
If I could, I'd run the HAT course every.single.year!