Bighorn Trail Run 100 Mile: ‘One Tough Mudder’

AJW writes about running the 2017 Bighorn Trail Run 100 Mile.

By on June 23, 2017 | Comments

AJW's Taproom“Have you ever sustained a blow to the head?”

“No, sir, not that I know of.”

“Well, now you have.”

I was 63.5 miles into the Bighorn Trail Run 100 Mile and I had just stumbled into the Cow Camp Aid Station and was talking to one of the race medics. About a mile back up the trail, I slipped and fell, striking my head directly on a large rock. For a moment I felt woozy, saw stars, and had a buzzing in my ears. The guys I was with, Tony and Dave, helped me to my feet and asked me how I was doing.

“Actually, I am not sure. That was scary. Where are we exactly?”

“Are you serious?” Tony said.

From there, we walked to the aid station where it was decided that I would be held at the aid station for an hour before being allowed to continue. It was clear to everyone that I had sustained a concussion, thankfully, the first one of my life and a very new ultramarathon experience for me.

The Bighorn 100 had started hours earlier in excellent conditions. Sixty degrees Fahrenheit, partly cloudy skies, light winds, and generally dry trails. For the first 30 miles, I moved along well, enjoying the remote beauty of the Wyoming mountains and taking in the day. I arrived at Sally’s Footbridge Aid Station at mile 30 in about 6 hours, 30 minutes, and feeling happy and comfortable.

From there, the race course ramps up with an 18-mile, 5,000-foot climb up to the turnaround point. It was in the midst of this climb that it began to rain.

At first it was a light drizzle, but gradually the rain fell harder and the trails became slick. At one point about halfway up the climb, while running with old friend and seasoned ultrarunner Ian Torrence, he quipped, “This crap is slicker than snot on a doorknob.” That turned out to be a gross understatement. As I made my way up to the turnaround, I put on more and more clothes and by the time I arrived at the turnaround in the dark, soaking wet and cold, I was wearing everything I had.

The scene in the aid-station tent was like something out of a David Lynch movie. There were probably 50 runners, pacers, crews, and volunteers packed into a tent the size of a typical American kitchen. Slumped in metal folding chairs and huddled by space heaters, most of the runners looked dazed. On a table in the corner, a stack of bibs was gradually growing as many just walked into the tent, ripped off their numbers, and dropped. Jason Koop, my crew, grabbed me a bunch of food and I started wolfing down a quesadilla with cheese and bacon, mashed potatoes, Ramen noodles, and an Oatmeal Cream Pie. (Thanks John Fitzgerald!) After about 15 minutes, I summoned the will to get back out there and begin the slog back to the finish line in the town of Dayton.

As I made my way down the first few miles after the aid station, the words of Dr. Thomas Gross, my hip surgeon, began to echo in my head, “With this surgery, it is wise to avoid running on slippery surfaces whenever possible as that can cause significant discomfort in the compromised muscles around the joint.” Well, one thing’s for sure, I was certainly not being wise!

And so it was about two thirds of the way down the muddy slip-and-slide that the trail had become that I fell and banged my head. Sitting by the campfire, bundled in blankets, and waiting for the hour to pass before I could go on, I wondered about continuing. I knew I wanted to forge on as there was plenty of time and with the coming sunrise I would be sure to find renewed energy, but I also felt some fear creeping in. What if I fell again? What if I didn’t have all my mental faculties? What if I got off course?

I shoved those feelings aside, however, when the medic came over, asked me a series of questions, and gave me clearance to continue. He told me that he was requiring me to run with a group to the next aid station where another medic would evaluate me again and then, if things were clear, I could proceed as I wished. On that final descent to the Footbridge Aid Station, the sky lightened a bit but the mud and rain were relentless. Sitting there, 66 miles into Bighorn, it became clear to me that this was more of a survival contest than a race as these were most certainly the most difficult trail conditions I had ever encountered.

Perhaps the best thing that Bighorn did this year was force runners to buddy up and share the experience. Over those last 34 miles, I shared the trail with many others who, like myself, had simply resolved to plod on. There was nothing glamorous or even all that fun about those last miles, but the shared suffering and profound adversity somehow made it more rewarding. By the time the trail ultimately and mercifully spilled out onto the last five-mile stretch of dirt road, the skies cleared and the sun came out. It was a rather cruel end to a truly gut-wrenching day.

In the days since the race, I have continued to monitor my condition and have received great medical advice in caring for my concussion. And, while I still feel slightly off, I feel okay with my decision to continue and finish the race. It was, of course, by no means my best 100-mile effort, but in many ways it was one of my most satisfying. Even after 25 years and 34 one-hundred-mile races, this sport finds ways to stretch me, open me up, and give me the chance to experience life in ways that nothing else really does. And for that I am truly grateful.

Bottoms up!

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Call for Comments (from Meghan)

  • When was the last time you had a race or adventure go awry because of changing weather or bad weather at the outset?
  • In situations like this one, how did you adapt your mental and physical strategies to let goal of your initial performance goals and make it to the finish?
Andy Jones-Wilkins - 2017 Bighorn Trail Run 100 Mile 1

AJW (right) and Ryne Anderson before the rain. Photo: Mike Fox

Andy Jones-Wilkins - 2017 Bighorn Trail Run 100 Mile 2

Chowing down at the turnaround aid station, Jaws Trailhead Aid Station, in the storm. Photo: Susan Wright Henry

Andy Jones-Wilkins

Andy Jones-Wilkins is an educator by day and has been the author of AJW’s Taproom at iRunFar for over 11 years. A veteran of over 190 ultramarathons, including 38 100-mile races, Andy has run some of the most well-known ultras in the United States. Of particular note are his 10 finishes at the Western States 100, which included 7 times finishing in the top 10. Andy lives with his wife, Shelly, and Josey, the dog, and is the proud parent of three sons, Carson, Logan, and Tully.