The plan was to run easy, stay well within my limits, pair with Andy Mathews, and “enjoy the day”. The first 15 miles through Dupuis went just as planned, we ran comfortably in unseasonably cool and pleasant conditions as an almost tropical storm rolled in the day and night before the race and through race morning. We discussed careers, told stupid jokes, and met CJ from the South Florida water district also running the race. We were pretty close to the back of the pack and just taking our time. Despite all of the rain, Dupuis was dry as was the beginning of Corbett. But shortly after the first aid station at Powerline, things begin to change. Andy started to suffer, and I realized I felt good. Really good. Better than I had felt the past two weeks by far. We talked it out, and 18 miles in, I took off. With the course this dry, I felt like I could motor and maybe post a really good time… Wrong.
With no company to converse with, I turned my entire focus onto the course in front of me and forged ahead as fast as I could. Which is not saying much while trying to run in shallow water. The beauty of the course is astounding, the wildlife everywhere. The top ten highlights:
- 15” baby gator we spotted in the canal in Hungryland. This was a rare day through L2O without seeing any big gators.
- Millions upon millions of minnows created ripples along the surface as they scattered before my splashing through the water.
- Some type of fat orange-reddish fish I could not identify, I saw several along the edge of the trail.
- The exceptionally large crawfish bowed up when he saw me, thrusting his pincers as high up in the air as he could, looking as large as possible. He was NOT backing down as I skirted by.
- Not 5 minutes later a decent size crab did the same thing, except he scuttled sideways letting me pass unchecked.
- Midway through Loxahatchee Slough, I was slowly running in ankle-deep water, focused on following the trail through the grass. Coming the other way down the flooded trail was a 2 ½ foot water moccasin in beautiful brown and black and yellow. It was headed straight at me in a typical serpentine locomotion swim, I assume hunting minnows. When it saw me, it quickly curled into a striking position with its head 6 inches out of the water. Fortuitously, I stopped even quicker, roughly 4 feet short of his position. Threat abated, it turned and swam off into the grass along the side. That encounter kept my adrenalin high for a good bit as I contemplated where Jeff would have to send the EMTs to get me if the outcome had been different.
- I was making my way through nearly equally wet Jonathon Dickinson Park as dusk approached and the tree frogs began their evening chorus. A single tree frog can be loud, hundreds of frogs make an incredulous sound as they seek sexual partners for the night. I laughed to myself as I imagined I was in a giant singles bar for tree frogs, with all of them calling out, “Look at me! I am THE one for tonight!!"
- As darkness set in I saw a runner sitting on the ground 100’ ahead of me, their headlamp shining red back at me. Or so I thought. Suddenly the runner stood up smoothly – and then soared through the night air. It was some kind of bird with huge eyes reflecting red in my headlamp.
- Finally, still in JD, leopard frogs out and about for the night began crossing the trail, leaping into my path repeatedly. I nearly fell several times trying to avoid an inadvertent Squish.
- The only thing I didn’t see were the unicorns, but I know they were out there.
I headed out hoping for drier conditions only to find miles more of the wet trail to plod through. I had the oddest notion as the trail crossed under the Florida Turnpike and I-95 and then parallels it north for a couple of miles. Just a few hundred yards to my left, semis barreled down the pavement, drivers rolled along in their air-conditioned cars, oblivious to what myself and two dozen other intrepid souls were attempting in plain view from the interstate. Trudging along the trail on tired legs, and wet feet, sharing the trail equitably (and with the crawfish, crab & snake, not so equitably) with a variety of wildlife; I may have well been on another planet as those gas and electric fueled travelers. The dichotomy was striking.