Bull Run Run 2001 Report  by Gene Gatens  Waking up in my
finisher's pullover Sunday morning, a feeling of warmth
enveloped me that was due to a lot more than the fabric on my
back or the sun coming through the window. It was the warmth
generated by a feeling of great accomplishment, of meeting a
challenge. And make no mistake; completing my first 50-miler on
that course, on that day, after having never gone further than
50k, was as good as it gets.  But I must admit that at 8 a.m.
the previous morning, I was having serious doubts. After two
hours of running too fast in what felt like a muddy sauna, my
knees were wobbly, my groins were sore, I was sweating like a
pig and my heart rate was off the charts. In a prerace strategy
session earlier in the week, my partner Chris Frey, and I, were
advised by a BRR veteran to start at the front and run fast down
to the first stream crossing, to avoid the inevitable logjam
there. The plan worked out well, but to my regret, I forgot the
second critical bit of advice: onc