I quit the TARC Frozen Yeti 30 Hour after almost 10 hours and 50+ miles, far in the lead. Yes, wow, I did.

There was someone and somewhere else I wanted to be. All this time spent running, and I’d become completely obsessed and fallen behind as a husband, friend and family member. The day after was February 3rd, Super Bowl Sunday, and I was resigned to sleep through a day when my wife really needed me after a few horrible weeks and our annual family Super Bowl party. Running that long gives you way too much time to think.
In 2018, I logged 2,700 miles and 377 hours of running time. I started running in October 2016. How quickly I fell in love? Running is one of the best things that happened to me.
I love to run because it helps me process my emotions. There are a lot of things to be excited or frustrated about, but we don’t all have a way to express them. The rustling of leaves, sun shining through the trees, birds chirping, the stillness of the woods, these are all part of the great experience. Running brings me back to simpler times. I feel like a kid again, playing in the woods, searching for frogs and building forts out of fallen branches.
Some context. My wife and I lost something special in early 2015. It derailed our lives. We were both preparing for some large life changes, and I had practically researched and read everything about being a father and planned every financial scenario to the T. When you least expect something, it hurts the most, and we got a whopper.
I did everything I could to escape feeling something, but there was nothing I could do. I cried at work, drove around at night and drank my worries away, only to find them back again and ten times worse the next day. They say running is an escape, but I disagree. You face your pain head on. It’s not like watching tv, being with friends or reading a book. You have your thoughts, all the time in the world and sometimes it can be overwhelming.
As a result of the past two years, I have never been happier. Today was not the day I gave up. Actually, it’s the day I remembered why I started running in the first place and remembered that being there for my best friend and wife means more to me than anything else. Running is my therapy, but the competitive aspect is secondary to the impact I can make on others because of its place in my life.
At 45 miles, I remembered the bigger picture and thought about what the race meant in the larger picture and it’s importance against my wife’s suffering over the past few weeks. This combined with pent-up guilt from being late and missing family events over the past few weeks, and I broke out into tears on the trail. I had been training the whole time when I should have been there.
At 50 miles, my wife had coincidentally just arrived at the lodge to cheer me on. She was ready to weather the storm, but I told her what I felt and that I wanted tomorrow to be a day spent together, and I was quitting the race. There was no better way to end, and I’m better for it.
On to the next big race.



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