Of course, now I am kicking myself wondering why I didn't find that extra 'umph' to push myself 25 minutes faster over 25 miles. I mean, pain is temporary, the Cheetah club is eternal. I look back now and it seems so simple, so easy to find that extra motivation that could have propelled me just a little bit faster on the not-so-steep climbs, to run a little stronger on the flats, and to try harder the last 5 miles pushing the downhill. I tell myself Matt could have pushed me harder, that he could have jumped out front and started leading at a running pace in an effort to try and get me moving quicker. I could have eaten more, taken a few more gels, or found something that would have sparked the psych I needed to get after it. Brian Beckstead, at Brighton, sure tried. He tried again passing us to Catherine Pass, to no avail.
Heading up to Dog Lake, mile 63
So yeah, hindsight is 20/20. I guess what that really means is that now the fire is back to try again, to finally get that coveted Cheetah buckle. But it's not enough to get me to put in for next year, I really want to focus on something else, likely out of state. I want an adventure, somewhere I can prove myself on a course that isn't in my backyard. That is the real draw for me and it makes me more excited than the thought of returning to Wasatch. We'll have our day again, soon, but not too soon. Until then I'll relish my 24:25 and be satisfied with the fact that I did something not often done in a first encounter with the Wasatch 100.