Today was the Kridersville Covered Bridge Challenge. As I write this it is 87 and humid.

We've done this race twice before (
2011,
2012). It's always hot. And the course never changes significantly. It starts with a small hill up from the covered bridge, and you turn a corner, go down a bit. Then you go up. And up. And up. For 3/4 of a mile, turn a corner and go up another 1/4 of a mile. Everything that comes after that is a walk in the park. They don't call this a challenge for nothing. You choose 5 or 10K if you run. No choice for walkers.
As always, the parking was great, the potty lines short and there was a massage area. The massage area had no line so we all got a free massage. I thought, dang, this is going to be a great race.
Traditionally, I stay with Lyd until we get up that monster of a hill. Then I can sprint ahead, and finish with a decent time. That was not meant to be this year.
As we went up the hill, Lyds head began to pound. She was sweating way more than necessary for the conditions. We were going slower than normal. Then about halfway up the hill, she stopped briefly to drink water. Two minutes later, projectile vomiting. She continued to try to walk, but looked worse and worse, with more vomit.
When I trained for the three-day they always were worried about heat stroke. We had to watch a video about it. It wasn't pretty. Today, it looked like that was unfolding in front of my eyes.
Lyd stopped under a tree and I went for help. Where the hell was the sweep girl on the bike? It probably took me 10 minutes to arrive at the water stop. The water girl had a phone, and called someone at base. I felt a little better and headed up the second hill.
In the distance I saw bike girl coming toward me. When she saw me she turned around and went back. WTF? I finally found her, she was chatting with the crossing person at the church. I told them both that they had a walker down, 1/3 of the way down the big hill.
When I reached the cemetery a fire truck was pulling out. I was guessing he was headed to Lyd, but didn't take chances. I stopped again and told the traffic guy. He told me everything was under control and help was on the way.
Feeling better, I picked up my speed a bit and continued on. But my head was no longer in the game. At about the 2.5 mile mark there was another water station, and a little past that, two people with hoses set on sprinkler. Gee did that feel mighty good.
When I finished, I found Bonnie and told her the story. We were trying to figure out what to do next when the ambulance dropped off Lyd.
They wanted to take her to the hospital but she said no way. (By the time the posse arrived—bike girl, ambulance, fire truck, a couple in a van, and someone else—she was feeling better.) They checked her for heat stroke. They checked her BP. Everything was getting better because she knew what to do as she waited. And she had done everything right—poured water over herself, soaked her bandana in water and put it around her neck, and cooled down her face. She also managed to get some water to stay in. She moved to a more densely shaded area. She sat down.
All is well that ends well. But we need to develop an emergency plan. Bonnie and I were helpless at the finish line. That is not happening again.
Almost forgot, my time—60:03. My worse time in years. But being a Good Samaritan takes time.

Lyd has plans for tomorrow so Bonnie and I will do two of the Passport to Fitness walks. Lower Mount Bethel Twsp. Trail, and the Jacobsburg State Park, Henry Woods Trail or the D&L at Hugh Moore (a two-fer). Hopefully the trail markers are easier to find than the one at Lehigh Gap. Lydia went back there yesterday and still didn't find it. Then when she was posting on FB, she saw it. She was there, read the signs and missed it. Can you find it?