Most usually in GYERO, once I think of a reply to a subject that's being discussed (sometimes 4-5 subjects at a time), someone else has already replied with a post that was better than what I was going to post anyway. My place is a lurker with the occasional post on youth sports. That's the season of life I've been in for what seems like half my life and I feel like I've seen it all and heard it all. This weekend I had a very different sports parent experience than what I'm used to.
My 19yr ran the
No Business 100 which starts and finishes at Pickett State Park in Jamestown, TN and circles up through KY and the Big South Fork area. It's some sort of qualifier for a race out west so there were runners there from all over the eastern United States. His only other race besides high school XC was a fun run type half marathon where people dressed up like Santa and elves and ran through Pigeon Forge. We were hoping he would just finish the 100 miles before the 33hr cut-off as he's never really ran trails competitively or ran for any length at night. Before we got to the race location, I had given him a 50% percent chance of finishing in my head. After seeing the other runners and just how big of deal these things are, I dropped to a 30% chance of completion.
The hardest part for his crew was the waiting. Is he ok? Did he get bitten by the copperheads or have to wait on the momma bear and her cubs the other runners were talking about? Did he fall off the 3 or 4 ladders they had to climb? Did he get lost in the dark with his Ace Hardware headlamp? (Talk about feeling like a terrible dad by putting him out there with Ace headlamps.)
He ended up finishing 14th out of 206 runners in some of the toughest terrain that the Big South Fork, Scott State Forest and Pickett State Park could throw at them. Several of the seasoned runners said that this was the toughest terrain they have ever seen for a 100 miler. It was pretty cool to hear the buzz in the aid stations about the 19yr old kid out there doing so well as the race progressed. It was even cooler to hear other crews cheer for your kid by name as he came into and then left the aid stations.
To see him finish that race in 27:05 and become the youngest person to ever finish the NB 100 was like seeing him hit ten 3 pointers, rush for ten touchdowns, hit two holes in one, and pitch 5 straight no hitters all in the same weekend. The feeling of seeing him burst through the woods at each aid station that we could crew is a feeling of relief that I can't quite put into words. Then to actually see him cross the finish line left me speechless for the first time in my life.
UKO still sucks.