The Dark Horse
On Saturday June 28, I ran the race of my life on one of the grandest stages in the ultramarathoning world. I must admit that after my dream run at the Boston Marathon, I did not think anything would surpass the electrifying emotions I experienced on that day.
The restless nights post-race.
The outpouring of love and encouragement from close friends, long lost acquaintances, and the ever-supportive running world.
…yet somehow, for reasons I still can’t quite comprehend, once again I proved myself otherwise.
How many of us are fortunate enough to have the best moments of our life captured on film? I truly am a lucky girl. Perhaps too lucky. Sometimes I feel as if I don’t deserve it.
Please bear with me as I try to pull this beautiful and wondrous experience into words. In the interim, I’d like to share a small story that resonated with me deeply throughout the race.
Running through the Granite Chief Wilderness, the surrounding mountains ablaze with glorious morning alpenglow, I had the pleasure of sharing the trail with Pam Smith. Pam and I follow a similar training philosophy, and she’s been a tremendous source of inspiration to me for some time now. Making our way across Lyon Ridge, she shared something with me that I never expected to hear.
You’re my dark horse pick.
Me? A dark horse?
The words stayed with me for the entirety of my run at Western States. They gave me confidence as I powered strongly along the buttery singletrack - a thoroughbred. They provided comfort when I hit lows – perhaps more a mule, yet a persistent mule at that. Those words reminded me never to doubt myself, and to always have the courage to take a risk and pursue my dreams.
Stay tuned for a more in-depth report in the coming days.