Lying in the bushes, unable to move, I listened to the sound of fellow racers pass me, one after another. I was disappointed and sad, but mostly I just wanted to vomit. Hidden slightly off the trail behind a stand of young aspen trees, I lay there, hoping to not be seen. I couldn't stand 20 runners each asking me if I was okay in a voice sympathetic but also excited to be passing someone. Minutes after lying down, I realized I may not be able to get up. Then the SOS button on my emergency tracker began calling my name. “Push the button and this... read more