This past Sunday, May 15th, I finished my first ever ultramarathon. I had signed up for the Dirty German 50k way back in the beginning of January because I knew I wanted to make the transition to ultrarunning. I was itching for a longer race since I was officially fully recovered from my marathon debut back in November and I needed something to train for. I had completed another Uberendurance race a few years back (the 1/2 Sauer 1/2 Kraut 1/2 Marathon) so I knew how well organized their races were. I chose the Dirty German 50k because it was a trail ultra and I knew I wouldn’t want to do an ultra on the road. It was also described to be “easy by trail running standards”. In the description it said it would be a great race for 1st time ultrarunners. This race was basically screaming at me to sign up. So there I was on my computer on January 2nd signing up for this 50k.
Fast forward a few months and there I was on a cool May morning in Pennypack Park standing on the starting line surrounded by other racers. I was wearing my Altra Lonepeaks, a neon SparklySoul, and my UltimateDirection Ultra Vesta pack. I was accompanied by my boyfriend and training partner, Josh, who also had committed to running his first ultra on that cool May morning with me. We had done 85% of all our long runs for the past few months together and we both had the same race goals so we decided to race it together. Our goal was to run under 6 hours and as close to 5 hours as possible. His speed and confidence running hills and trails mixed with my everlasting endurance and experience with longer distances made us a perfect team to race this ultra together. So there we were together standing amongst nearly 200 other racers with an accordion playing German music before we were set off to run 31 miles.
I remember the first half mile to be rather crowded due to some congestion on the trail but I never felt like I was boxed in or stuck behind anyone. There was always a way around runners if I needed to get around. My anxiety about the start of the race was soon diminished as I settled in behind Josh and powered through some of the hills at the beginning of the race to get around people.
For the first 4-5 miles we were running with a few other racers as we settled into a pace that we knew we could sustain for the entire race. We had set out to average about 10 minute pace but my watch kept recording splits in the 9 minute range. I felt comfortable though and Josh didn’t feel like he was overexerting either so we kept the pace.
I passed a few women while hopping from stone to stone across the stream which allowed me to run right beside Josh now. At some point in the race we also came across a dog owner trying to re-capture her golden retriever puppy who was just too excited to see all the runners. Josh and a few other runners stopped to helped her but I (selfishly?) kept running.
There were also some sections of the course that were on pavement due to construction on one of the bridges we were supposed to originally cross. Josh and I were pretty much alone at this point and we were both in very high spirits. I was happy we were doing this race together and at this point it just felt like any normal Sunday long run we go on together.
Eventually a woman from NYC named Mary (shoutout to Mary!) who had raced this course before caught up to us. She gave us a few pointers and tips about ultrarunning and Josh told her all about his race up at Hyner a few weeks ago. I just listened in on the conversation and laughed at her clever race tips. It distracted me for at least one mile and we got to meet a very nice person (hope you did well in your race, Mary! It was nice meeting you!)
The miles were passing by quickly and I was barely paying attention to the mile splits we were running. We stopped at an aide station I recognized that was near where we had started the 1/2 Sauer 1/2 Kraut 1/2 marathon. I picked up an orange Gatorade and Josh asked for some ibuprofen which they graciously gave to him. We continued on our way. I ate some of my tortilla with peanut butter and raisins in it and Josh ate his Stingers. Every so often we would pop a Shotblok in our mouth to replenish some electrolytes. We were feeling good.
At every aide station after that we both would stop and grab a cup of Gatorade to maintain our electrolyte levels and to change it up from the water we were drinking from our packs (Josh has a Gregory which he loves and I have an UltimateDirection with I love). Soon were heading back towards the finish line which would mark 25k complete.
As we were running up a hill, we heard a cowbell. Josh made some snide comment about the cowbell and I predicted that it was probably my parents. Surprise! There were my parents standing at the top of the hill. Josh surged up the hill and left me to climb up it myself (disclaimer: he’s a very strong hill climber so I’m used to it). The next 2 or so miles we didn’t run together but I could still see him ahead of me. I knew I would eventually catch him once the rolling hills stopped. Some 25k racers who had started 30 minutes behind us began to pass me – they were going sooo fast! Regardless, before the completion of our 1st loop, I had caught back up to Josh and we were running side by side again.
Before race day, Josh had predicted that we would run a 5:15. Through simple math, this would require our 25k split to be about 2:37. We came through the 25k split in 2:23. After some quick math we decided a sub-5 finish was completely attainable even if we ended up slowing down (which we knew was going to be inevitable). Josh made us a new goal which would be to finish in under 5 hours.
So here were are back out on the course for the 2nd loop. At this point we were pretty much alone except for a racer about 100m in front of us and whomever was sneaking up behind us. We started passing 25k runners and 50k runners in the opposite direction as they were still working on their 1st loop. A few 50 milers also passed us in the opposite direction, some of which were going much faster than we were. I was amazed by how fast they were going for a 50 mile race!
We just kept running, kept drinking, kept eating, kept moving forward side by side. At aide stations we took no more than 15 seconds to grab what we needed and continue to move closer to the finish line. We had a deadline now. One of the other racers called us a “pacing powerhouse” because we were running such a consistent pace. This gave us the confidence we needed to continue moving forward at the pace we were holding. We don’t know your name but we appreciate your compliment A LOT.
Along one of the paved sections I was feeling sluggish but just happened to look down at one of my mile splits and see 8:17. At this point we were already 25 miles in to the race – why did I just run an 8:17 mile in a 50k? That was never a split I intended on running and I definitely didn’t feel like I was running that fast. I decided to just go with the flow and keep running.
We also started running with a woman who was in the 50 mile race who was keeping an impressive pace (I think she was actually running faster than we were at some points). She was extremely friendly and it once again distracted me from any soreness or fatigue I was feeling. I don’t know your name but I hope you also did well in your race!
Once we were back on trails our legs didn’t hurt as bad from the pounding on the road. By this point 95% of the paved part of the course was done. We just had to finish the last 4-5 miles of trail and we would be home free. We took one last cup of Gatorade at the aid station, saw one of our Instagram followers, saw my parents, and started running up another hill. I knew at this point that we would be under 5 hours if we just kept pushing. We did end up powerhiking some of the last few hills and we bombed the downhills as much as we could (well, at least it felt like we were bombing the downhills). I just kept repeating over and over again that we were so close to being done. Josh probably thought I’d never shut up about being close to the end. So. Close.
The last few miles are a series of rolling hills but we just kept pushing. We exited the woods with a little less than 4 minutes to get to the finish line before the clock struck 5 hours. I knew we had it. I knew we would run under 5 hours. We ran towards the finishing stretch, made the last turn into the grassy field and made our way towards the finish line. We crossed the finish line in 4:58:04. My Garmin Forerunner 230 recorded we averaged about 9:40 pace – not too shabby!! My legs hurt but I was happy. We had totally crushed our original goal of being under 6 hours and Josh’s prediction of us running 5:15. We had ran our sub-5 like the new goal we had agreed upon mid-race and we had finished our first ever ultra.
At the finish line two patient gentlemen ripped off our bib tags. The one gentlemen also asked me my age and I was perplexed by this question. I answered with a fatigued “22” and before I could process what was going on he handed me a box and congratulated me on being the 3rd female in the 20-29 age group. Well, this was a shock! Josh and I were handed a hat and a medal that also functioned as a bottle opener (pretty awesome medal if you ask me!).
We staggered further through the finishing chute, exchanged a sweaty hug, and reflected briefly on actually completing an ultra. Shortly after, my parents found us and congratulated us on a job well done. At this point all I wanted to do was sit down. We staggered over to a bench and I slowly lowered myself onto the bench. We took a post-race picture to further document our accomplishment.
I soon started shivering because the air was still a bit cool. I changed into a long sleeve shirt and we all agreed to start walking back to the cars. This is where the fatigue and soreness finally hit me. I could barely pick me feet more than 1 inch off the ground and I had a half mile walk back to the car…uphill. It probably took me close to 20 minutes to walk that half mile. Runners who were starting their 3rd lap of the 50 miler probably thought I was being overdramatic or something. I’m sure I looked ridiculous and because I was staggering I probably even looked like I was somewhat drunk.
Later that night Josh and I indulged in some wine (me) and beer (Josh) and pizza – the perfect way to recover from an ultra! We reflected on the race and all the wonderful people we met along the way. Surprisingly neither of us ever felt like we “hit the wall” during the race. I think this is because we ran together the whole time which allowed ourselves to be distracted by any fatigue or pain we may have had been feeling. Unlike my marathon last November when I still wore Asics, my feet never truly hurt and my toes never started to bleed all thanks to my Altra LonePeaks and their wide toe-box feature. (I am completely obsessed with Altras!) Throughout the race, Josh and I also paid close attention to how much and how frequently we were eating and drinking. I believe that our training was perfect for this race which gave us a great advantage with confidence out of the hilly and trail sections.
Just as this race was described, it’s a great 50k to start with for the 1st time ultrarunner. The course was extremely well marked and not very technical. Because of these qualities, I would recommend this race to anybody who is just entering the ultra world. Uberendurnace races are always very well-organized and they always have great prizes, food, and music (i.e. the accordion player!)
We are both extremely happy and pleased with our ultra debut. I am beyond excited that I got to accomplish one of my goals for this year. I’m lucky enough to have done it with such an amazing guy – without him I definitely wouldn’t have done as well as I did. Cheers to many more ultras in my future! I can’t wait to do another one!
The wait is on.
Counting down the days.
Anxiously thinking, planning, and thinking again.
Barely running – a 3 mile run here, a 4 mile run there.
Nothing too challenging.
No watch to calculate pace.
Checking the weather forecast hourly.
Reviewing race information.
Stalking previous race results.
Making a plan.
Checking and re-checking gear.
Waking up thinking about the race.
Falling asleep thinking about the race.
It takes over you like the humidity on a hot summer run.
Anxiety, excitement, nerves, and anticipation.
It’s the taper.
It’s the days leading up to race day that get your heart beating fast,
your mind swerving in every direction,
and your body tense with the thought of finally starting the race you’ve trained for for the past 5 months.
It’s almost race day.
In the past two weeks, I’ve worked back-to-back 50 hour weeks between my internship and my new job. I am no longer physically attending Bloomsburg University since the only thing left to do before I can graduate is my internship. Despite the stress brought on by a 50-hour work week, I am the happiest I’ve been in the last year and a half.
I am no longer confined by the walls of a classroom. I no longer have to sit at a desk listening to a professor lecture about the benefits of exercise. Instead, I am teaching others the benefit of exercise. The fitness center I am completing my internship at has become my classroom. I have met people who have never exercised ever before in their life and it has become my responsibility to teach them how to exercise safely and effectively. I am finally putting my knowledge to good use and it has been extremely rewarding. Several fitness center clients have noticed my patience with teaching others and have complimented me on my knowledge. It feels good to be appreciated.
Yesterday I came to realize many things. First of all, I’ve spent 5 of my 8 semesters of college at home. Four semesters were spent at home as I attended a community college before transferring to Bloomsburg University. Now, I’m back at home and doing my internship locally; therefore, I am once again spending another semester at home. These five semesters, although separated by three semesters living in the middle of Pennsylvania, have been the semesters that I’ve been happiest with my life. My two years at community college were by far the most memorable two years of my college experience. And now I get to spend my last semester of college completing my internship which has been far more enjoyable than being stuck in a classroom. My level of happiness has been significantly, and more consistently, higher being at home than away at college.
My second realization is that I’ve had a part-time job every semester of college. During my two years at community college I had a part-time job at a craft store. In Bloomsburg, I was a student note-taker for two semesters, and I was a private tutor last fall. Now, as an intern, I also have a new part-time job. I feel like these part-time jobs have made me learn the importance of time-management and have also provided me with a source of income that can offset some of my college debt.
So here I am now. Every weekend I see pictures of people on Facebook with wine glasses in their hands or drunken smiles. I hear stories about the ridiculousness of a professor. But here I am, a thousand times happier than any wine glass or college party could ever provide to me. I’m loving my internship and my new job. I love spending time with my family on the weekend. I love having people to run with. My dog is my favorite roommate. I’m happy. I’m enjoying life. And every night I go to bed knowing I’m following the path that’s meant for me – and this path makes me happiest.
Yesterday I had my longest marathon training run since starting training way back in September. I had a 12-15 mile run scheduled for the day but I ended up over-estimating my figure-8ish loop so it ended up being 16 miles instead. And I don’t regret that extra mile whatsoever. I also told myself when I first started running that I would only look at my watch every 3 miles. This actually was the best idea I had for this long run because I ended up running by feel of the run rather than pace. And it went by sooooo much faster because I just focused on waiting for every 3rd beep to look at my watch. Let me share some thoughts I can remember during this run:
mile 1 (9:21) – since I somehow lost my gloves somewhere between leaving my apartment and driving to my starting point, I started my run with freezing cold hands due to the fact that it was about 35 degrees out when I started. All I kept thinking is “ohmygosh I can’t feel my hands…this is going to a horrible run because my hands are going to go numb”.
mile 2 (8:43) – “ok, try covering your hands with your sleeves……nope that’s not working….I still can’t feel my fingers”
mile 3 (1st time I looked at my watch – 8:30) – “hey, look other runners! At least I’m not the only crazy one out here”…and “hmmm 8:30 mile split….maybe I should slow down…after all, I have like 12 miles to go”
mile 4 (8:15) – “I’m running through the empty fairgrounds parking lot woohoooo! Oh look they’re having a dog show….that’s cool…I miss Hope and Gwin”
mile 5 (8:23) – “don’t get hit by a car….you’re almost to the trail and then you won’t have any cars to worry about for a very long time”
mile 6 (2nd time looking at my watch – 8:23) – “hey look more runners!…I wonder how long they’ve been running…I wonder what they’re training for!….and hmmm still maintaining a solid pace….I feel great!”
mile 7 (8:30) – “I can’t believe I’m already at mile 7…it feels like its only been like 30 minutes!…this is great!”
mile 8 (8:35) – “ok, time to make some calculations….I’m now just 4 miles from my car, but I need to run out farther so I can get back to my car at 15 miles….so I’ll run to 10 miles then turn around….no, 10.5 miles….no wait, 11 miles then I’ll turn around…no, because then I’ll be at 16 miles….just turn around at 10..that’s an easy number to remember.”
mile 9 (3rd time I looked at my watch – 8:50) – “ok, that was a slower mile…there was a big hill….but on my way back I get to run down that hill…just focus on getting to 10 miles then you can turn around….stay focused”
mile 9.5 – “ok, run faster because those dogs just started running toward you…I hope they go inside when I have to come back past their house…or I’ll just pepperspray them with my pepperspray…but then their owners might track me down and yell at me for pepperspraying their dogs…I don’t want to be mean to the dogs….don’t worry about it now…keep running”
mile 10 (8:26) – “you can turn around now….this is where you tripped on the sidewalk last week….focus on your feet…look at the sidewalk…don’t fall….be in control of your legs”
mile 11 (8:46) – “the fire station alarms are going off…I hope there’s not a bad fire…what if the firetrucks come down this road?…I hope they don’t run me over….you’re almost to an awesome downhill…just get up this gradual hill”
mile 12 (4th time I checked my watch – 8:13) – “THIS IS GREAT!!!! THE TREES LOOK SO PRETTY….THE VIEW AT THE TOP IS ALWAYS WORTH THE CLIMB…WOW I LOVE RUNNING….THIS IS A GREAT RUN….I LOVE LIIIIIIIFE!!!”
mile 13 (8:34) – “ok, back on the trail….don’t trip on any rocks or roots or all these leaves…pick up your feet….oh, I can actually feel my hands now…they’re not cold now….go figure.”
mile 14 (8:30) – “a guy with a dog….I need to make sure he hears me coming up behind him so he can control his dog…*cough*…ok, he knows I’m here now….”
mile 15 (5th time checking my watch – 8:29) – “wow, this is gonna be a great average pace for this run….I need to avoid going up that hill…the only way to avoid it is to extend the run….oh well, what’s an extra mile at this point….just gotta cross this road….why are there so many cars right now?…my legs are not gonna wanna move when I have to run across the road”
mile 16 (8:34) – “ok, finish strong….conquer these gradual hills…don’t trip on the sidewalk now…I probably look like a crazy person right now….that old couple is probably amused with the music coming from my iPod….almost done…just wait for the beep telling you to stop”
and then my watch beeped and I stopped running….2 hours 17 minutes later…..average pace: 8:34.
I LOVE LONG RUNS ❤
The training plan for my first marathon started just a mere 9 days ago and I’m already loving everything about it. Granted, I’m just starting to rebuild a solid conditioning base but I’m really enjoying all the training runs thus far. Due to my class schedule and the heat (at least this week with temperatures averaging in the high-80s), I’ve been running very early in the morning before the sun has even crested over the moutanintops. This morning I was out the door by 6 AM to run an easy 5 miles. Since I’m back at school, the majority of my runs include rolling hills. This makes maintaining a consistent pace rather challenging. I am braking on the steep downhills and merely chugging along on the long uphills. If I decide to run in town, the entire first mile is completely downhill; therefore, the entire last mile is completely uphill. This makes warming-up my muscles and cooling down to bring my heart rate down a struggle, but I’m adapting. Training here is actually extremely beneficial because transitioning to flat makes running seem a thousand times easier. I trained for the Broad St 10 miler on these hills and my finishing time (a HUGE 7-minute PR) was the result of training on such challenging “terrain”. As much as I enjoy running on flat, I know that my training is augmented ten-fold because of the hills. I couldn’t ask for better training conditions. I know that the marathon will be a challenge in a whole different way so a little hill challenge throughout the training months is just mentally and physically preparing me for race day.
I now think of every run as a blessing because I get to wake up on a brand new day, start it with the one consistent thing in my life that I can depend on, and reflect on the training with my dad and other running friends. I am grateful for the support of family members and other friends who are also training for their 1st marathon. The running community is an extensive network of people who understand the ups and downs of running and I couldn’t be more grateful to be a part of it.
Tomorrow morning will be my second workout day of my training schedule (a quick and easy 3 mile tempo with a mile warm-up and mile cool-down). Cheers to many more training runs and more blog posts about it leading up to race! Happy running, my friends!