Better late than never, but there was this whole Disney fiasco… I mean, magic. I made some truly classic monumental mistakes, or as I like to call them – opportunities for enlightenment.
First, prepping for the race – I was more focused at the time on trying to escape the American dream, which I’ve been trying to do for the last 20 odd years (I do mean ‘odd’).
The only thing that was important to me was having Ganesh on my person (see pic). Ganesh is the god (small ‘g’) of overcoming challenges, the god of wisdom (body of a child that represents curiosity, Elephant head that represents ancient wisdom. Get it? Child seeking wisdom, as they are the most capable of doing so), and the god of new beginnings. (Honestly, if you are going to be a god you have to go after the big stuff, right?)
Problem was my Ganesh idol that I strapped on my wrist kept getting caught in the netting of my hydration pack. (If this doesn’t sound like a Tracy problem, then I don’t know what does.) But I did not care because it’s Ganesh, and this is one of the toughest races I’ve ever run (did someone say 7k of elevation?), and I was not going to let him go.
In my quest for ancient wisdom (failed… miserably), I forget to pack a change of clothes, fleece, head lamp, change of shoes… actually, I overlooked bringing the whole damn drop bag. I didn’t stop there, I forgot to get water before the start of the race. WATER. Seven something miles without WATER. At the beginning of a 50-mile race with lord-only-knows feet of elevation gain.
My amazing friend Marwa saved the day and gave me WATER, which leads me to lesson #2 – Marwa has way more friends than I do and she is way nicer than I am. Not that this is news to anyone. Plus, she had WATER.
While I have a funny habit of chanting in Sanskrit when the miles are dark, this time my private kirtan kept getting interrupted by Paranoid by Black Sabbath, playing in my head relentlessly in between riffs of the Hanuman Chalisa and the Gayatri mantra, both of which keep me sane during insane times.
But this is an insane time in my life, I’m moving on from broken-ness that I’ve been dragging along for the past 12 years. I’m selling my house and it is liberating while it is also painful. Sounds kinda like trail running to me, actually.
This has very little to do with the actual race, but I know there were some moments during the day that I knew where I was and what I was doing. The rest of the time, I was laughing inside at the cosmic joke that life is while chasing bliss.
As I was approaching the finish line, I saw my Wolfpack family (thank you, Wolfpack, thank you). I took a moment to find the quiet inside and then I found them – all of their bright beautiful shining faces – and began to rewrite the American dream just as I scored my big finish.