I’m mostly done with my Hatfield race report (the actual race report, not the night before); however, they’re being very slow to upload the results, so I’m waiting to get those before I declare my ultimate verdict of the race. Note to the race director: the further you move me up in the rankings, the better the review you get 🙂
I was trying to be all cagey about how I did, leaving you with a little to-be-continued, but the tardiness of the results is going to force me to tip my hand: I don’t want to leave you hanging in the dark that long. The short version of the race report is that it was probably the second toughest marathon course I’ve done (Seafair being the toughest), due to the humidity and hills; however, I came in with one of my top three fastest times. I’m telling you, I do well when faced with a challenge! Though I didn’t PR this race, I did get my 2009 PR (not saying much when you consider that I’ve only run six marathons so far this year), which leads me to believe that in order to get my all-time PR I’m going to need to do something crazy like run the Pike’s Peak Marathon (26.2 miles heading straight up the mountain). Or the Kilimanjaro Marathon, you know, whatever…
It was with these thoughts in mind that I signed up for my next race: Running with the Devil. It’s a marathon just outside of Las Vegas, and held specifically under the worst possible conditions. You know how most race organizers like to advertise their course as “flat and fast” (ha, yeah right)? This one specifies right on its website: “Held in summer in the middle of the day thru the dry Mojave Desert, athletes will be challenged to contend with extreme heat and unrelenting rolling hills as they traverse this spectacularly scenic course.” Sounds appealing, huh? Even more appealing is when you read prior years’ race reports and find that runners are weighed in before and after the race to make sure they’re not going to drop dead from dehydration, end up hooked up to IVs after the course, and arrive at the finish fainting and, I quote, “puking [their] guts out.” Lovely!
I’ve pointed out to my mom that she shouldn’t worry; after all, they were running the 50 mile ultra while I’ll “just” be running the marathon. But really, it’s still going to be pretty tough. Am I up for the challenge? We’ll see. Goal is to be back in Vegas that night, puking my guts out not because of dehydration/heat stroke, but because of all the victory drinks I’m going to have at the casino. Cheers!