My friend Lani asked if I wanted to ride in little red with her this year 100 miles, it was a lottery so it wasn't a for sure deal but I wanted to, Chris had actually bought me a rode bike for Christmas so I really wanted to. Our group was picked I was so excited to get in. I'd admit I rode allot but NOTHING like I should of, oh well!! I was excited to go, it was in Lewingston which is close to Idaho we spent the night in Logan, got up and went to the run its not a race just a charity event all in fun. We met at the starting line with our group it was 36 degrees at 7am, it was so stinking cold! I was so gun ho to ride and off we went at 8am, first stop mile 12 I'm thinking this isn't so bad, mile 22 not bad I can totally to this, next stop 42 miles (each stop we could use the bathroom fill up our water and snacks) mile 42 was FOREVER I was struggling bad,between 30-42mile my legs were killing me, my upper legs too, but the rest of my body was perfect, I seriously started to pray asking for strength to make it, I have never felt like this, we were in the middle of no were. Finally 42 mile came time for a break, I was dying but didn't want anyone to know, they asked me how I was doing and I faked my way thru of not crying and said I was doing great. UGG I text Chris at 42 miles and told him I hated myself lol he reassured me I was doing just fine and to be strong I could do this, thank goodness the next stop was mile 52 and it was lunch I was hoping that would help me make it. By mile 52 I pretty much had decided I was going to mile 70 which was on the same trail as the 100 miles you just made a turn sooner, except I had to tell Lani I wasn't going to make 100, I told her at lunch she was cool about it thank goodness I think if I had to hear it from her I would of cried. from mile 52-70 was mostly up hill and then a straight hill down then pretty much straight after that, I felt great my legs and knees didn't hurt, I felt like I did up to mile 30 probably, at the point I was debating on sticking to 100 miles but I could tell my body was done. I finished at 70 and decided that was a huge accomplishment and no need to feel bad. Chris was at the finish line cheering me on, he was so proud of me and kept telling me how proud he was of me. I felt pretty dang good about myself finishing. would I do it again...... yes I woke up the next day wishing I would of made the extra 30 but I'm OK with 70 its a Long way's.
