I did a 15 mile trail race last year that was actually 18 ( they switched the course that morning and the race was known for wacky shit like this ) and I was honestly scared at one point. You run down Lookout Mountain in Ga and then come back up and the last 3 miles are the climb up. I ran it with 2 guys I can compete with on the road but it was my first trail race and I realized at mile 4 I couldn’t keep up and told them I would try to catch up. I had gotten the best advice ever and that was on each of the 2 water stops I better fill up and thank God I did.
Anyways , things were going ok and surprisingly I was running top 12 come to find out until mile14 and then the wheels started coming off and I asked a guy I was running beside if I would know when we started the ascent up or is it gradual and he just laughed. Well, I get there and I said oh fuck. It’s single lane almost straight up and for 2 miles I averaged 23 minutes a mile and I was out of water. I had thoughts of quitting but I had to get to finish line to quit as it was the only way out. It was all I could do. I was literally walking 12 steps and resting and letting anyone who wanted pass me.
The best part is when I finish my 2 buddies are already changed and having a good time and I asked them if they went to Applebees for brunch while they waited on me. They said they realized at mile 8 the course was going to be long and was worried I would be pissed. I ended up finishing 44 out of 110 people so overall not bad but it’s the most scared I’ve ever been. I told them that was my first and last trail race. I had to pull over 3 times driving home to stretch.
They had a 50 mile trail race that same day and one of the guys I paced at the Chickamauga Battlefield Marathon was racing it and we talked for a little at mile 5 as it’s the same course for the first 18 miles and he ended up finishing 4th overall.
I tell that dumb story to say this. I’m doing it again this year for redemption.