Me Finishing in 2009

Last year on this weekend, I ran my first hundred mile race - Kettle Moraine 100.  This year, Paige and I went up to crew and pace Ed (an awesome guy and fellow CHUG).  We drove up on Friday night and had a delicious dinner with my dad and Andrea.

Paige Getting Final Instructions From Ed

Saturday, I wasn’t late (like I was for my own race) and we met up with Ed to go over final race prep and strategy.  Ed has his packing and racing down to a science which made our job easy.  Our plan was to meet him at each crew accessible aid station and make sure his needs were taken care of - simple enough.  The day started out comfortable for the spectators which translates to warm for the runners but Ed was moving great!  It was fun to watch runners come through each aid station, their rituals, how they interacted with their crew, and to see how their position changed as the day progressed.  We were able to see him quite frequently and he was an easy runner to crew for - strong, knows what he needs, and smiling the whole time.  Simultaneously, we were following Leslie as she attempted her first hundred mile run.  We traveled from AS to AS with Bill and were able to see Leslie come through just after Ed making our day very enjoyable - both were running strong and having a great time despite Ed tweeking his calf early on.  The sun was warm and while the weather forecast promised rain and dropping temps, we watched on as runners soaked through their clothes under warm sunny skies.  At the 31 mile AS, we met up with Leslie’s dad and brothers, they had come to surprise her and accomplished that goal handedly.  Ed was still chugging along nicely, managing the pain in his calf and making the best of it.  We were having a blast.  As the day wore on, both runners seemed to be enjoying the experience and holding up well.  Soon, Brian, Ben and Sarah joined us.  Brian was pacing another CHUG for the last 38 miles.  Ben was running the “fun run” which started at 8PM and covered the last 38 miles of the course.  And, Sarah was pacing Leslie from mile 62 until the end.  I thoroughly enjoy each of their company and it added to the fun we were having with Bill as we traveled from stop to stop.  Eventually, the rain did come and the temps did drop but they seemed welcomed by the runners as they provided relief from the heat.  Soon the rain had turned to a downpour and then the lightning started.  Paige and I were planning to split the 38 miles of pacing but when Ed came into the Bluff Road AS, he was thinking he may not be able to continue past the 100K mark.  I got dressed and waited for him, just in case.  When he got there, the rain was starting to finally let up but he wasn’t able to carry on any further.  I trust Ed’s instinct as to what he can push through and what needs to be respected.  Congrats on a great effort Ed and the 100K personal best.  With our runner now safely back in his hotel room, our focus turned to Leslie.  The rain and dropping temps had chilled her to the bone.

Leslie And Sarah Heading Out

When she got to the 62 mile AS, she changed into dry clothes and picked up Sarah.  She was tired and muddy but in decent spirits.  As they rolled out, back on to the course, we were all moved by the strength to keep going when so many were opting to stop their race.  We followed the two of them as they made their way over the last section of the course.  Their times slowed as fatigue took hold but the forward motion was maintained.  We napped for a few minutes here and there but mostly, we watched for our runners.  Brian was pacing Mike, we watched for them too.  The wee hours of the morning are interesting, runners have waves of feeling good only to be followed by waves of wanting to end it all.  The weather was cooperating and that seemed to lift spirits some.  We had all been up for nearly a full 24 hours and the world was starting to feel a bit odd - this is when things seem to get interesting.  Runners drop from the race, others unexpectedly surge to the finish, and others walk around in a zombie-like state - it is completely different being a crew person as opposed to a runner… I love both experiences.  Leslie was in the zombie-like state but doing all she could to keep moving forward, Sarah was doing all she could to encourage Leslie to keep moving forward.  Soon, the sun came up and the two of them were moving along nicely.  We ushered them through the Hwy 12 aid station and headed off to get some breakfast.  It wasn’t long before we got “the call” - Leslie had pushed as far as she could.  With a finish rate in the low 3o percentile, neither she nor Ed were alone but they couldn’t help but feel the pang of some unfinished business.  Paige and I turned our focus to Mike and Brian who were still out on the course.  The had come through the last AS in plenty of time to finish under the cut-off and now it was just a waiting game.  After a couple of false alarms, they came around the bend and crossed the finish line with smiles on their faces.  Mike had fought the urge to quit multiple times and was now standing with a finishers kettle.  We said our good-byes and made our way to the truck.  With only cat naps for sleep, we headed toward home.  As the adrenaline wore off and sleep deprivation set in, we had to pull off the highway and sleep for a bit to take the edge off.  Finally home and showered after a wonderful weekend in the Kettle.