Run a 100-miler

“I followed this advice but it did not work. I walked for the entire first half of the loop. It took me six miles to finish that bagel and more than three hours to reach Jackass Junction, the aid station at the halfway point of the loop. Once I got there, my nausea had become even worse and I knew I needed a new plan. And if this new plan did not work, I would have to make a tough decision. At this point, 50 miles into the race, I could not get anything down, and I knew that it was impossible to continue for another 50 miles without any fuel.”

“Jeremy reluctantly agreed, but assured me he would not let me sleep a millisecond beyond 300 seconds. We reached Camp Gunny, and I plopped down into a chair, at which point a perceptive volunteer wrapped me in a space blanket. I then tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and fell asleep almost instantly. 299 seconds later (though it felt more like 299 hours), I was jolted awake by Jeremy. After a quick cup of coffee, I was on my way again. In retrospect, this was a brilliant strategic choice. I didn't feel the fatigue haze for the rest of the race. And I didn't face-plant into a tree.”