The Ridge Run Is Over!
After many months of dreading the 20 mile Bridger Ridge Run-it is over. Those that run it more than once were shocked when they asked if I had fun. "Fun??? What part was fun?" Maybe the stress of not making the cut off in time and being sent home as a non-finisher-If that were the case I think I would have had to move out of the country. I made the cut off with a 1/2 hour to spare-then I slacked off a bit. Pretty sad when the woman ahead of me who was 13 years older just smoked me.Not sure if the"fun" part was hiking in the Bridger mountains alone for 90% of the time. Getting lost twice,or limping down the mountain with a left knee that wouldn't bend. I knew it was bad when I was thinking if only a mountain lion or bear attacked me then I wouldn't have to finish. No such luck.I just kept thinking of all the words of wisdom people had given me-Like my daughter,just keep running mom-easy for her to say. When I got lost the words of my friend Dee came to me-look up,follow the ridge line.
Did I mention that I am really afraid of heights? I am,so when the support staff walked by me they said,"don't look up"I sure didn't.I was watching my feet the entire way. I only slipped twice-nothing broken,so that was good.
For months I would dog walk in the morning and on my way back I would look at what I had to do-I kept thinking let me get to the M and it will be a piece of cake-Would you believe that I missed the trail I wanted to take and was on the steep trail-I saw another support staff member,Margaret(who walked down the mountain like a mountain goat or something"I asked her where is the top of the M-she informed me I passed it-I said I didn't want this trail-too late-I followed her down and chatted-I just needed a human-8 hours and 27 minutes is too long for me to be alone without talking to someone.
So this morning as I did my dog walk facing the Bridger mountains-I just smiled and thought yeah,I did it! You didn't get the best of me with your steep peaks and rocky terrain.
So,what did I really think of the ridge run after a few days-It was hell! A hell that I will always remember but am so happy I did it! Now I can say"I am a ridge runner".
Posted on Tue, August 14, 2012
by Pam McCutcheon filed under