by Nancy Shura
Not since I was two years old have I been so attached to a comfort object...my friend, my blankie so-to-speak...my bandana! My original bandana and I have a special bond. Together we experienced the inaugural ups and downs of this insane sport called "ultrarunning". The ritual act of tying my trusted friend around my neck as I jogged through the dark toward a new starting line was enough to calm my pre-race jitters. Over mountains and into canyons, my bandana was my constant companion, second in importance only to my running shoes. While my first pair of trail shoes are long gone, my first bandana remains, retired to its special place in my top dresser drawer, next to newer bandanas, as if to share it's hard-earned secrets with them. Having been with me through "thick and thin", my well-worn bandana has grown quite thin indeed! And so, in honor of this special friend... and all bandanas everywhere, I'd like to share these secrets with you!
It's easy to see how a lonely ultrarunner could become so deeply attached to her bandana. Recently, at the start of a 50-mile run, I realized that my precious friend was left behind in the car. I reluctantly trotted off into the dark hanging onto Larry's promise that "they" (he and my bandana, that is), would soon meet me at the first aid station. What a pathetic little creature I was for eight miles, glaring enviously at all the other bandana'd runners. Let me tell you that blowing snot into your shirtsleeve just isn't the same! Many runners save their race t-shirts and sew them into a memory quilt. You can be sure my memory quilt will include my assortment of bandanas...still there to comfort me in my old age!