I started off the Alpine Loop, this time in the reverse direction, by screaming out to a gentleman that he missed the turn into the woods. This ended up being a mutual benefit, as I let him unknowingly pace me in some sections where I could see him from a few hundred yards back. It wasnt until the next aid station where he started to come out of his funk, being 4 miles from the end of his journey, where he thanked me for keepinghim on trail. I was glad to help!
*At that point, all any of us were was runners. Gender did not matter. This is what I had strived for since by basketball days, making sure the boys all knew I fully expected them to play against me as they would any of their male oppenents, even the same blows. Most complied, as they feared my rage otherwise. I wanted to be known as an athlete, not a girl. Still, physically I never could match up. Here, for the first time, I felt I had accomplished this goal.
We didn’t see him again (well Steve saw him, I had already forgotten) until the Alpine Loop aid station, which Steve and I had just completed. He had not moved after descending Virgil Mtn.
(Albiet, the field was small for this race. 65 runners started, 32 finished.)