I DNF’d the Flatrock 101K. For those unfamiliar with ultra-running acronyms, DNF means Did Not Finish. In plain terms: I quit.
Up until that point, everything was clicking. I was cruising — feeling strong, moving well, and naturally, looking damn fine. At mile 26, my watch buzzed and I was sitting in second place.
Then came one misstep.
I felt my ankle give. On technical terrain, that kind of thing happens, and more often than not, the discomfort works itself out. But over the next mile, I rolled it three more times — each one a little worse than the last.
I made up my mind. I was done.
At mile 30, I crossed the checkpoint, walked over to my dad, and said, “I’m dropping.” I then walked back to the race director, thanked him for an incredible race on an amazing course, and handed in my bib.
My race was over.
Whether that was the right or wrong call is irrelevant. The only person I have to convince is myself — and good luck with that.
When I reflect on the decision, my biggest disappointment isn’t the DNF itself. It’s that I broke one of my own rules: never make a crucial decision in the heat of the moment.
My heart rate was elevated. I was frustrated. I never stopped moving. And every step reminded me of the mistake I made.
I should have waited until the aid station. Sat down. Got my heart rate under control. Evaluated my options with Hot Rod. Then decided.
The outcome might have been the same, but I would have made the decision with confidence instead of emotion.
Have you ever said something to your significant other in the middle of an argument that you wished you could take back? Or sent an email that did more harm than good?
The lesson is simple: when emotions are high, pause. Let time pass. Seek input from others. Evaluate your options. Then make the decision with a level head.
Until next time — you’re going to have to earn it.
