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Bighorn 100 Race Report: Cowboys, Lightning, and Puke

There's a lot I could say about Bighorn, but there's also a lot I'm hoping to forget. I'd like to keep this report brief... so here goes! (update: isn't not super brief. sorry.)

The race started and it was much hotter than I had anticipated. I am terrible in the heat and resolved to take the initial 7 mile climb slowly, walk most of it, and sip away. The fields of wildflowers were stunning. I couldn't bring my homemade fuel or burritos to this race (10 hour drive, drop bags due a day before you get to them) but I had planned to sip Hammer Perptetuum from a flask and eat at the aid stations.

About 5 miles in, despite taking it slow and keeping my heart rate down, I was hot and queasy. I decided to take my only Zofran, hoping that it'd allow me to get calories in and that my stomach would be right by the time things cooled off.

Instead I couldn't eat at the aid stations. I repeated over and over Matt William's mantra "lose minutes to save hours"…

Bighorn 100 Race Report: Cowboys, Lightning, and Puke

There's a lot I could say about Bighorn, but there's also a lot I'm hoping to forget. I'd like to keep this report brief... so here goes! (update: isn't not super brief. sorry.)

The race started and it was much hotter than I had anticipated. I am terrible in the heat and resolved to take the initial 7 mile climb slowly, walk most of it, and sip away. The fields of wildflowers were stunning. I couldn't bring my homemade fuel or burritos to this race (10 hour drive, drop bags due a day before you get to them) but I had planned to sip Hammer Perptetuum from a flask and eat at the aid stations.

About 5 miles in, despite taking it slow and keeping my heart rate down, I was hot and queasy. I decided to take my only Zofran, hoping that it'd allow me to get calories in and that my stomach would be right by the time things cooled off.

Instead I couldn't eat at the aid stations. I repeated over and over Matt William's mantra "lose minutes to save hours&q…

Bighorn 100 Pre-Race Reflections (image heavy)

This morning I awoke before my 4:50am alarm. I drowsily stumbled around, threw on my favorite soft running clothes, tracked down a handheld and a pair of shoes and tossed them in the car.
scoping out the wildcat ridge
It is fitting that my last taper run is where it all started: on Wire.

I turned on my Wire playlist as I drove, realizing I was a few minutes behind. Yes, I have a playlist for Wire. While it's a silly little mountain, the repeats on it have changed me; I've gone from incapable to confident on vertical gain. Finding new boundaries, learning what it means to redline, to pace, to push. It was on Wire I tried redlining early, ran the first mile as fast as I could, and blew up leaving Craig bewildered with my idiocy. It was on Wire Matt and Scott would sing during a lunch run. It was on Wire I'd reflect on the local mountain running legends, the mountains they run repeatedly each week: training, training, training. It was on Wire I'd put my headphones in, over a…

Bighorn 100 Pre-Race Reflections (image heavy)

This morning I awoke before my 4:50am alarm. I drowsily stumbled around, threw on my favorite soft running clothes, tracked down a handheld and a pair of shoes and tossed them in the car.

It is fitting that my last taper run is where it all started: on Wire.

I turned on my Wire playlist as I drove, realizing I was a few minutes behind. Yes, I have a playlist for Wire. While it's a silly little mountain, the repeats on it have changed me; I've gone from incapable to confident on vertical gain. Finding new boundaries, learning what it means to redline, to pace, to push. It was on Wire I tried redlining early, ran the first mile as fast as I could, and blew up leaving Craig bewildered with my idiocy. It was on Wire Matt and Scott would sing during a lunch run. It was on Wire I'd reflect on the local mountain running legends, the mountains they run repeatedly each week: training, training, training. It was on Wire I'd put my headphones in, over and over,  and commit to suf…

freshman

I signed myself out of the dorm apartment.
I didn't want to be there (my roommates didn't like me)
and their displeasure
left a film on my skin
I could never seem to wash off.

Still, I had to sign myself out from the apartment I was paying to "live in."
"Jennilyn Fisher. Thursday-Monday."
May as well clear out a few days.
Where was I going?
"Camping."
That should do it.

I didn't know where I was going, or when I'd be back between classes and work.
Fortunately I had a bike,
a few dollars,
a backpack.

That's all I needed, anyways.

I was only 17. Barely 17, actually,
a fact I tried to hide when I met other college students.
I didn't want to explain.
I hated explaining.

I pedaled hard to class. I had an old steel mountain bike. It was heavy and stiff, but it had gears and brakes and we got around.
I left it unlocked and hurried to class.
No one would steal a heavy kids bike.

I couldn't pay attention
not that I needed to listen, the grades were easy.
Attend…

freshman

I signed myself out of the dorm apartment.
I didn't want to be there (my roommates didn't like me)
and their displeasure
left a film on my skin
I could never seem to wash off.

Still, I had to sign myself out from the apartment I was paying to "live in."
"Jennilyn Fisher. Thursday-Monday."
May as well clear out a few days.
Where was I going?
"Camping."
That should do it.

I didn't know where I was going, or when I'd be back between classes and work.
Fortunately I had a bike,
a few dollars,
a backpack.

That's all I needed, anyways.

I was only 17. Barely 17, actually,
a fact I tried to hide when I met other college students.
I didn't want to explain.
I hated explaining.

I pedaled hard to class. I had an old steel mountain bike. It was heavy and stiff, but it had gears and brakes and we got around.
I left it unlocked and hurried to class.
No one would steal a heavy kids bike.

I couldn't pay attention
not that I needed to listen, th…

oh, my boys

some people are never satisfied



may you be one of those people:


always thirsting for adventure,
plagued with a hunger for the unknown.

desiring always the sunrise
and answers to questions you don't understand.



may your summits be steep,
unstable,
difficult,
and worth the journey.


I hope your mountains are not a camp for refugees
but a place with jagged teeth


demanding you to rise above yourself.


that may you find peace from your travels
under warm blankets of stars.


every now and then, I hope the rain pours,
that you cry over a failure,

and that you have someone with you
not to wipe your tears,

but to mourn with you.
may you never expect the wilderness to give


and may you never take-
for taking is easy. instead I hope you earn,


and earning is an impossible journey.


on a bluebird day

may clouds of doubt pass, and prayers of safety be answered



so