It’s hot. The sun is mercilessly baking me and everything around me. I take a few steps and stop. Step. Stop. Step. Stop. Just a little more water. What? That bottle is empty? I just left the aid station two miles ago. *sigh* I put my hand on my head and think. Wait – why is my hat dry? And why are my arms dry? It’s hot. I should be sweating.
My Short Yakima (not) 50K Run
I then made the decision to turn back to the half-way aid station and accept my first 50K DNF. It was either two miles downhill I knew I could make, or five mixed miles to the next aid station, without water, that seemed… questionable.
It was a frustrating day, to be sure. Yakima 50K is my favorite 50K; partially because of the staggering difficulty and partially because of the awe-inspiring beauty. Being let down by my body was not fun. I think I had enough water – I just wasn’t processing it fast enough. Well, something to work on…