“You lucky bastard.”
“Just remember who was with you at AC!”
“STATES!! Congrats buddy.”
And there it was. Western States 100. To be frank, I sincerely hoped for Hardrock and after seven years, it’s still not meant to be. With that said, I was in one of the two and that’s saying something these days. As more people apply each year the chances of getting into either race dwindle. I was one of the 282 lucky runners that had their names pulled. Out of 5862.
That was not how I envisioned my first Western States run. I was terribly disappointed and embarrassed. I didn’t want or deserve one single clap. I’ve run faster and slower at other races but poor results don’t bother me as much as poor experiences. I had complete and utter disdain for this one.