On September 11, 2011, husband and I decided to complete the Moreau Lake Aquathlon. The event was staged by one of our favorite local race directors,
Green Leaf Racing and consisted of a 1.5 kilometer swim (.9 miles) followed by a 5 kilometer (3.1 miles) trail run through Moreau State Park. JFAHELP has a couple of upcoming 5K run/walk events that we are preparing for so I thought this would be a fun end-of-summer event. Come race day it dawned on me that, carrying extra pregnancy weight and having a bit of a baby belly, my wetsuit is too tight to swim in at the moment. Therefore, I was hesitant about getting started - the water was around 70 degrees and I was concerned about the chill - but once in the water for a short warm up, I realized that it was actually quite comfortable without a wetsuit.
Preparing for the race to start I made two last-minute judgement calls: first, I let husband know that I would be taking one of the Gatorade bottles out on the run course even though there was a water stop along the way and second, I decided to wear my Garmin 305 GPS watch even though I had not planned on tracking my time or pace.
This was a small no-frills event so there were not a lot of competitors. It was more of a preview for the Race Director to see if he wanted to grow this event into an annual tradition. About 25 people hit the water around 10:30 AM for the start of the Aquathlon. Taking it easy and tackling a distance I haven't done in a while, I settled into a rhythm knowing that I could stop and rest with a nearby kayak if needed. The lake was clear and comfortable, and I just swam at an easy pace in the back of the pack. 45 minutes later, I trotted to the beach, put my trail shoes on, grabbed my race belt, Gatorade, and trusty Garmin, and headed out for the run. An hour later I was still trudging through the trails. When I still wasn't finished at 1:00 PM (and my Garmin reported 3+ miles), I knew I was in trouble. Earlier that morning, there was also a 15K run and I realized that I had been following the markers for the 15K route rather than the 5K route. First, I panicked and yes, cried ... a lot. I was not prepared to hike 9.3 miles up and down a mountain range. My legs were already tired, I was out of Gatorade, and at 23 weeks pregnant I was very concerned about dehydration. So, for about 10 minutes I realized I had no choice but to continue on. (Preparedness lesson #1 - travel with hydration) Then I may have cried again. Finally I stopped and got my bearings and realized I had a GPS on my wrist. I scrolled through my options until I found "navigation" then I asked GPS to take me back to start. With 4+ miles to go, as reported on my device, I went off trail for a bit and followed the stream that I kept crossing. This put me on a more direct route back to one of my original trails and cut some distance. (Preparedness lesson #2 - use the tools you have especially when going off the map. I didn't have a cell phone but I did have a GPS) Then I met a hiker and borrowed her phone to call husband and let him know that I was OK and on my way back (he had left his phone at home so I hoped he'd check messages). Before too long, I was back at the Moreau Overlook. The view really is incredible but I admit, I appreciated it more when I was at mile 2 as opposed to exhausted at mile 6.

Two hikers were having lunch at the Overlook and gave me water and a yogurt. They also had my friend's phone number, who had asked them to keep an eye out for me so I was able to call and calm the search-crew. He and husband asked me to stay put (not bad with this view) and they were coming to get me because the route down from the Overlook was quite steep and rocky. I thanked the kind hikers and they headed down the trail. (Prepared lesson #3 - Do unto others and help those in need)
When husband and friend got to me I was tired but in good spirits. Others were confused at the route split (something that the Race Director has made a note of for next year) and that was a bit of a consolation. I discovered that one of the nice ladies who helped me had a fall on the hike down. My friend had his "Emergency Hiking Kit" with him and it was tremendous. We splinted the injured hiker's ankle using 2 sticks and duct tape. He had a knife to smooth the sticks as well as a space blanket, rope which could have been used to make a stretcher, and other wonderful goodies that we were all thankful for. (Preparedness lesson #4 - Learn basic first aid and travel with first aid basics at the very least) Before long, the park staff arrived and we were finally able to head back down the mountain, collect our belongings and head home. I was tired, sore, a little scraped, and very dirty. I was thankful for many things on this day, the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I was thankful to have managed to only hike a little over 6 miles rather than 9.3 miles. I was thankful to the last-minute decisions of bringing a water bottle and my GPS watch. I was thankful to my husband, friend, and race crew who searched tirelessly for me even though they were also tired. Finally, I will always be thankful that my parents raised me to have the sense to head for home.
I'll bet those ladies are thankful that I took the wrong path.
Please take a moment in remembrance of the events of 9/11/2001 - We will never forget...