So I tried my first ultramarathon yesterday.  I ended up pulling out at mile 35 after realizing that I was going to run out of daylight if I continued. 

I am not sad.  I am very impressed at what I did even though I failed.  I crossed a bridge once by myself that was made of railroad ties and I could see through the bottom.  I am scared of heights.  I crossed a part of the traik that was washed out and alsi high enough up to scare me a little.  I could have finished but I needed a pacer or something for the end.  I had no pacer lined up.  I know better for the next time.  I also was slower than normal due to my life right now and less running.  I could be much faster in the next try.  I don't know if I want to try again, but the race will still be here next year. 

I learned so much from failing that I don't really view it a a true fail.  A DNF, yes, and my first one, but really not a true fail. 


The race was the Viaduct Trail Ultramarathon.  Good times, great race.  I tried at the 50 mile option.  I had a great time.