On Saturday, I ran the Jemez 50 again. The course had changed this year to be closer to town since Los Alamos is so dry that it’s already been put into stage 2 fire restrictions. The weather was warm in the morning and I started in a T-shirt.
Joe P was there along with my friend Mike and his friend Grace.
You can see all the dust in the air and this is a paved road; it was ten times worse once we got on the trail.
The first 15 miles are climbs to the ski resort. It was getting warm, but we made it in 3 hours and 25 minutes, only 5 minutes slower than my goal.
A fresh shirt felt great.
Over the next mile, the course goes up over the double black diamond ski run. I started to bonk with the sun beating down on me.
I should have been bombing down the big hill on the other side, but I was really slow. Mike made it in 15 minutes before me to the aid station.
I may look OK, but I wasn’t feeling good – my feet hurt to run and I was cooking in the sun.
Mike was way ahead of me by now and had time to pose for pictures.
By the time I saw Tracy again at mile 30, I was at a crawling pace. The race always has a choice to switch to the 50k, but normally the choice is made at mile 20 – this year, the choice was here and it was an obvious one since the 50k finish was only 2 miles away.
I’m all smiles as I crossed the finish line.
Everyone seemed happy to see me and I was happier to see them.