So life got busy and crazy the past few months. From logging 80+ miles a week, plus work and side work, making sure Teton got outside for runs too, and an injury, August, and September flew right by. But I’m alive, happy and my body is adjusting to ‘normal’ life again. It seems weird on Saturdays that I’m not out running for 12 hours or more.

 

The Wasatch 100: AMAZING! I didn’t know what to expect going into it. Was it going to be too hard for me? Was I trained enough, would my knee bother me, would I be able to eat, was I going to be fast enough to make the cut-off times? So many unknowns. I felt great the first 30 miles, my stomach was a bit grumbly but I had my Rolaids to help out. I was even ahead of schedule at every aid-station. At mile 31 I ate a burrito and that’s the last solid food I ate for three days. My stomach bothered me so much I couldn’t eat anything solid and had to slow down. I ran 45 miles on broth, Gatorade and a few bites of cooked potatoes. (Family staple food when hiking. Yes, my dad is a potato farmer.)

Pacers are key to any 100-mile race. They keep you going when you want to give up. They distract you with crazy stories from college and they keep cheering you on, even when you’re the last one into the aid-station. My family was awesome and a big part of the race for me. They cheered me on. Sent me texts, encouraging me to keep moving. They trip as they are running into the aid station with you, and make you laugh, they walk up and down the road because they are so worried that you’re not there yet that they end up with a bigger blister than you do. Smile a toothless smile and tell you “You’re a Huskinson, we can do hard things!”, I laughed and cried at the same time.

Even though I didn’t cross the finish line, I was a champion. I was happy with 75 miles, I was cut because of time. I went 45 miles further than I thought I could that day because I couldn’t eat any food. It was hard but doable for me. I definitely was trained. It was a journey and the memories from the race are my pacers, family, and friends, support crew, and race support crew made it a great experience for me and I had fun along the way. And yes, I’m doing it again!

 

Wasatch 100 | What to eat race day | Support Crew | Recovery

 

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