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THE 2001 WILD WILD WEST TRAIL MARATHON

 

 
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE RACE



Having thoroughly pissed myself off by getting a ticket from the Lone Pine’s Finest, Brent and I arrived at the Dow Villa and wallowed in the top drawer, 5-Star accommodations the motel offered. For the second year in a row, we stayed in the older (AKA “run-down”) portion of the hotel because the financial realities of being in the military dictated such behavior. The motel has a more modern half, set off from the coach fliers, but that was for big-pants people and we just didn’t rate.

We found Gary and Phil already there and relaxing in the muggy room. After the initial greetings, we all just fell into the routine. Some of us got our stuff ready, some of us, poured over our plans for the race, and some of us pouted about the stupid freakin’ speeding ticket we just got. But I will refrain from identifying who did what.

It was time for the annual stroll around the metropolis that is Lone Pine California. We hit all the same stores (both of them) and wandered over to the local high school to pick up our marathon bags. The ever-present joke of not actually doing the race and going to Vegas instead reared it head again. Every year….

In order not to repeat last year’s scenario of being slaves to whatever was on the tube was solved when Gary decided to drop by the local video store and open an account. I don’t know what the prerequisites were to have an account there but my guess is at least two teeth, one of them being real. For our viewing pleasure, Gary decided that Gladiator was what would be bouncing in our memory as we ran the race the next day. I had already seen it but it had to beat whatever the local station considered high entertainment.

Before we could baste in the entertainment extravaganza, we had to feed our faces. Ah, yes, you guessed it: back to The Pizza Factory where the unforgettable motto “We Toss ‘em, They’re Awesome” resides. I tempted fate and ordered the same pan of lasagna that had so callously taken residence in my bowels throughout last year’s race. Yes, my friends, I live a dangerous life with no regrets.

What pre-race dinner of pasta, cheese, tomato sauce, cottage cheese, and bread would be complete without a pitcher of beer. No one said we were smart marathoners. We ordered the pitcher which, I must proclaim, must be the biggest pitcher of beer in the land because it held in excess of 27 gallons of beer. We had to split it four ways and by the time we were done, I felt like latitude and longitude lines had formed on my gut.

Waddling back to the room, we arrived and began our individual marathon-eve race rituals. I pinned on my number on my shirt and laid out everything I would need in the AM. Phil took about 7 handfuls of vitamins and crapped his pants. Gary put the movie in and drank water until he peed the bed. Brent just cried in the fetal position in the corner of the room. Actually, we all just got our stuff ready and watched the movie. But I thought I’d throw out the visual for all of you that know the Horsemen.

Nothing too spectacular happened for the rest of the night. The movie dragged on and we watched the fake lions fight Morpheus, or whatever his name was. About the only other thing of note was that for the rest of the night and the next day, we kept saying to each other “Strength and honor,” our new Horsemen motto.


The drive to the race
Night before the race
The race
Vegas trip

The Pictures

How it all started...

2000 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2001 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2002 Big Sur International Marathon
2002 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2002 Bishop 50-mile Ultra-Marathon

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