Ok, that means two days from this second, my buddy Jon Docs will be picking me up to drag me to the airport so I can drag Dr. Frank around the Umstead, North Carolina loop for 50 miles so I can help him complete his 1st hundred.
What an honor to help somebody with that. You'd think that I wouldn't be good at the main skill needed to pace somebody in a hunert, but I'm not bad at it. Oh, it's not running 25 -50 miles that is the hard part, usually your runner is worn out enough by the time they get to you that that is the easy part. No, it's not keeping someone on the right path, usually these courses are marked well enough, and this is a loop course anyway.
The key to pacing someone is knowing when to shut the heck up! There comes a time in these 100's where every runner goes deep inside and being social is the 96th thing out of 50 that one wants to do. To be a good pacer you have to be able to recognize that in a runner and you really have to respect it. I've been so blessed with the few pacers I've used. I would not have won that silver buckle at Western States without my excellent pacer, Deborah Wedge. Deborah talked my ear off for about an hour, and I needed that, but there came a point when she looked at me and just knew, "This guy needs to go inside." And on we ran in silence for hours. When I came back out, she was there for me. She reminded me to run, she reminded me to eat. She let me know that we were making progress.I hope I can do this for Frank. I know my foot will hold up. I know my legs will hold up. I just hope my brain will hold my mouth closed.... enough.