Lessons from a series of unfortunate events
Every ultramarathon I have done has taught me at least one lesson. My most recent ultra last weekend was no exception. It was the first Yeti trail race I had ever done, and I was nervous for several reasons. I wasn’t sure what the course would be like and if my almost-healed meniscus would tolerate it. I always am slightly apprehensive when I am doing a new race, and the weather was not looking good either.
My first lesson was to prepare more for the weather conditions. The local news was saying we could potentially have torrential rain as well as thunder and lightning, but the storm was expected to be below the area where the race would be. They were wrong, or conditions changed because we were hit with some heavy storms. I had rain gear, but I would wait until the storm hit to put it on. The problem was the storm hit at mile 1 of a 4-mile loop, and by the time I made it in I was soaked.
Lesson number two would be to prepare for the unexpected. My husband was my support crew and he told me on race morning that he forgot the top to the canopy. The only other cover I had was a small pop-up tent that flooded quickly soaking my dry clothes. Obviously, I should have found a spot somewhere where the clothes would have stayed dry, but there were not many dry places.
I also let my husband convince me that we didn’t need to arrive early for the race. He wanted to have breakfast. When we arrived there wasn’t much room left to set up, so it created some unwanted stress before the race.
Lesson 3 would be to listen to the course director who said that it was supposed to rain in an hour. I also should have checked the weather app because not only did it rain, but we had a strong thunder and lightening storm, and my mother was very clear that lightening was bad, being up high during lightening was worse, and being on a ridge while standing on a trail that was a puddle was ludicrous. I was with two women, Jill and Marie most of the loop. Marie said that as long as we could hear the birds chirping we were ok. Two minutes after there was dead quiet. I mentioned this to Marie who proclaimed that we were indeed in trouble. I was praying to God, to my patron saint, and to everyone else’s saint.
Lesson 4 is to make the right decision for you despite what other people say. When I made it in I asked John if the weather was going to continue like this. He told me a second wave would come through in an hour. He told me he would support whatever decision I made. As we started to pack up our things, one of the volunteers tried to encourage me to stay. I felt like I was quitting until the only person I knew at the race, and who I have known for years said to me, “What if you slipped on one of those hills and hurt your knee again?”
Lesson 5 is to ask yourself the right questions. I do not like to give up on anything, but I asked myself several questions. I asked myself if I continued would I enjoy the experience? The answer was no. I also asked if I thought it was safe to go back out. The answer was also no.
Lesson 6 is to realize that every time we stumble we can learn from it. Next year, I will make sure my husband brings the top to the canopy, we will arrive early at the site, and I will be dressed for the weather. A bad experience should never defeat us. Figure out how you are going to do better next time.
