Running Up For Air Part II: Flying For Donuts

View of Ogden, UT from Malan's Peak - Photo Credit: Charlotte Teuscher

Warming Tent Toast

​(See Running Up For Air Part I: Stars Shining Over Malan’s Peak here)

According to the race tracker, Charlotte and Charlie are in 1st and 2nd place at the summit for their first lap! Charlotte is planning to run five laps - at this rate we might be getting some sleep before the night is done!

We whoop as they sprint into the trailhead area. Shannon and Amelia have a lineup of clever signs, different ones for each lap, and they make Charlie and Charlotte giggle. Our intrepid runners are feeling good. They pull up to a table and rifle through the food bags as volunteers refill their bottles and we catch up on the details. The microspikes are key for the icy part, and Charlotte was having heart pains when they started up the steep incline, but she is fine now. (?!) They had a blast chatting away through their six miles and meeting other runners. The two of them have decided to do eight laps. I worry about sleep (for her and for me), and I worry about her body handling that mileage. But I remind myself that this is her race. I am here to support her in whatever way I can. So I pull my worries to the back of my mind.

The two C’s take off for their second lap, and we supporters find our own rhythm for the night. Take video and cheer loudly when they come in from their lap. Snap a pic of them holding up fingers for which lap they’ve just done. Tend to what needs tending (nourishment, refill bottles, clothing changes, blisters, tape) while they warm up near the heat lamps. Take video and cheer loudly as they leave for their next lap. 

I get in plenty of my own laps walking back and forth to where I’m staying. There’s no sleep because I’m checking the tracker. I try to get work done, make hot tea, and when I see that they’ve summited, it is back to the trailhead to await their arrival. I am learning that if Charlotte needs something between laps, she’s more likely to accept help from someone that is not me. As much as she appreciates me being there, I’m still her mom. I’m so eager to help that it isn’t easy to back off, but I do my best to background myself a bit in the support duties. 

At 11pm, awaiting the end of their third lap, I stand at the trailhead, no one else near for the moment, and stare up. The inky indigo sky is dotted with cloud puffs moving across the gibbous moon. The quiet and lovely night is made more so by the feeling of everyone else at home, asleep, while we - this small band of runners and supporters - are vibrantly alive under the bright moonlight and velvety sky. I am happy to be here, awake.

It is now close to 5am and we’re waiting for Charlotte and Charlie to come in from their 5th lap. The breaks have gotten longer, the laps a bit slower, though they are still maintaining an impressive and consistent pace. Headlamps wink in and out through the darkness along the trail up the mountain; we’ve learned to look for the two headlamps together, as have the folks at the timing tent. They know these two and their numbers: “Here come 2403 and 2404!”

C and C arrive, and they are tired. Time for a little sleep. Planning to reconvene about 7am, we head to our accommodations and get about an hour of sleep. After a snack and some hot tea we are back at the trailhead. I’m amazed that Charlotte is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and the morning sunshine brings a new perspective: “We’ll actually be able to see the trail now!” The two warriors head off for their sixth lap, we three on the support crew clamoring excitedly. We definitely know how to do this support thing!

For lap seven, both runners have taped knees in the hopes of easing some soreness that has cropped up - understandable, since with six laps under their belt they’ve completed 36 miles and over 13,000 feet of climbing and descending. Ouch!  

Shannon yells “run faster this time!” Apparently this advice backfires, as it is their slowest lap. When they arrive, they are at a walk and Shannon’s sign reads “You okay?” It seems Charlie’s body has decided that he is done. After some discussion, Charlotte asks him how he’d feel about her doing the eighth lap on her own. She doesn’t want to make his not doing the eighth more difficult. But Charlie is the real deal. He is behind Charlotte 100%: “you’re the sickest person I know.” (“Sick” = “amazing” in Gen-Z speak.) He gives her a hug to send her on her way, a hug that speaks volumes about the people they are and the friendship they share. And Charlotte is off. Her summit time is the fastest since their first lap. When she comes down the final section into the start/finish area she is flying. And she’s done! The race director, Tara, walks over and hands her a donut. Charlotte sinks her teeth into that sweetness, a big grin on her face. 48 miles, 18,000 feet of climbing. The donut definitely made it all worthwhile.

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Being a part of this event was humbling. I watched runners accomplish incredible feats of mileage and climbing with no drama and much fortitude.I watched their camaraderie, through the night and all the next day, and I saw respect, and humor, and empathy. 

I watched volunteers stay up all night supporting the runners; some of those volunteers worked through the night and then raced in the morning - the 12 hour, 6 hour or 3 hour events. I watched kids and dogs frolicking, and everyone cheering on folks they didn’t know - rooting for them to run that next lap, welcoming them back on the return. 

I watched my daughter run her first ultra marathon adventure with her dear friend, overcoming the times of physical fatigue and mental challenge, and keep on going. I watched her smile, her determination, her confidence in what she can do.

This Running Up For Air event (RUFA: Malan’s Peak) raised $15K for air quality solutions. It brought people together in the best ways of athletic challenge, support and fun. I can’t wait for next year.

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Besties - Photo Credit: Shannon Bradley