My Pacer
I have never used a pacer - defined as someone who is able to enter the run at any point (usually past the halfway mark) and runs with you to help you keep whatever “pace” you desire. For this run, I was honored to have my brother join me. And WOW! What a difference it makes. Yes, he was a total work horse that kept my pace up, encouraged me along the way, and helped take some of the mental decision making off my shoulders. But what was the best, was his compassionate hand on my back when I was vomiting around mile 70. It was his empathy for the nausea I was feeling in the later stages. It was his determination to help his little brother complete a pretty big life goal. I will forever remember the Pinhoti 100, and more importantly, forever remember those bonds we established while on the trails.
My Crew
Similar to pacing, I’ve had limited exposure to a true “crew experience” - at least not like the one I had this weekend. My brother (Jerry), Danielle, Susan, and Mila met me at every aid station they were able to get to, and truly supported me in ways that provided me with a little motivation, inspiration and encouragement. It’s amazing how the mere sight of those you love will re-energize you for a good 5-10 miles! I was extremely fortunate, lucky, and grateful to have had them there for me.
Special Surprise
Throughout the run, something really special happened to me that was highly unexpected. I began receiving short text messages from my friend, Pooya. With my headphones in my ear - and as soon as I hit a spot with cellular coverage - I would hear Siri verbally deliver Pooya’s message. I was so touched by both his messages (of encouragement), but his continued thoughtfulness in even doing it. And moreover, when I crossed the finish line, who did I see? Pooya surprised me and showed up to see me cross the finish line. Unreal.
