Race to Save the World 10k Race Recap

Race to Save the World 10k Race Recap

A few Saturdays ago Josh and I raced the Enoch Lee Race to Save the World 10k at Middle Run Valley Park in Newark, DE. A week before the race, while on our way to go mountain biking, Josh and I saw one of those yard signs (the ones politicians usually use) advertising for the race so we quickly Googled it to gather more information. A few days later, Josh convinced me to pre-register for the race as a way to celebrate the official start of my summer break. Although I knew I was no where near in race shape after a stressful semester of grad school, I figured it would be fun. After all, the course looped through some of our favorite trail running trails.

Saturday morning arrived and I ate my typical pre-race meal – peanut butter and banana on toast. The race began at 10 AM so we were able to sleep in a little bit and prepare for the day ahead of us (which we planned out to be a 10k race, followed by brunch, followed by a group mountain bike ride through the same trail system). We departed Josh’s around 8:30AM with race attire, mountain bike gear, and two mountain bikes.

My stomach was a bundle of nerves on our drive to the race. Multiple times I told Josh I felt like I was going to throw up (disclaimer: I never did). We arrived an hour early to the race, picked up our bibs, and waited anxiously for 10 AM to arrive. The morning was chilly and I felt unprepared with the clothing I had packed – shorts and a tank top. I scavenged up Josh’s arm sleeves and swapped out my tank top for a short-sleeve racing jersey. Josh paced around the truck and opened and closed his truck doors 5000 times.

Around 9:30 we decided to do a 1 mile warm-up. I was still a little chilly and my legs felt unprepared but by the time we ended our warm-up, I had decided to leave the arm sleeves in the truck. Better to start the race a little chilly, knowing I was going to warm up eventually.

Before the race started, the cadets from the University of Delaware (UD) did a flag ceremony and a group of women from a local church sang the National Anthem. It was Memorial Day Weekend so this was a nice touch to the morning. A family member of Enoch Lee, whom the race is memorialized for, made a brief speech explaining that race profits contribute to a scholarship for a biology major at UD. As a broke college student myself, I know how important scholarships can be!

The race started with a small loop around a grassy field before diving into single track. I started comfortably, not wanting to overexert early but also knowing that I needed to beat some of the crowd to the single track. I could see Josh up ahead at the front of the pack – go, Josh, go!

A lot of the race itself was a blur because the trails just kind of blend together. I knew that two women were ahead of me but didn’t have any intention to work to go catch them. The course terrain varied from smooth twists and turns to longer uphills to rewarding downhills. The trails were in great condition!

A local Delaware bike shop was stationed at the approximate half-way point with water and encouragement. It was nice to have people cheering out on the course as most of the course was isolated from spectator view. Trail runs are rarely spectator-friendly. After the water stop, there was a long uphill. It felt soooo long and I could feel myself progressively slowing as the climb continued. I probably could have walked faster, but I trudged along, my breathing becoming increasingly labored.

At the top, we were rewarded with flat, twisty single track. At this point, I was completely alone on the course and I couldn’t see anyone ahead of me and couldn’t hear any footsteps or breathing behind me. I just continued trudging along.

I didn’t recognize where we were in the trail system at this point in time even though Josh and I frequently mountain bike on these trails. The course followed trails we hadn’t looped through in over a year so I was completely disoriented.

Eventually the course landed us on my favorite downhill in the whole trail system. I was familiar with the downhill from mountain biking it and I knew exactly where the course was taking us!

After the downhill we made a left onto a long bridge and one of the race volunteers said “there’s a women not too far ahead of you”. That literally meant NOTHING to me. I was completely gassed. I hadn’t seen anyone ahead of me since about mile 2 and I definitely didn’t have the legs to go catch someone. So, I dismissed the comment and kept trudging.

I heard footsteps behind me and my gut told me it was probably a woman (note: I don’t look back ever during a race so I never know who might be closing in on me). The course crossed a stream (which I ran straight through, soaking my feet – no problem though, I wear the Altra Superiors which have optimal draining capabilities!). The person behind me, confirmed to be a woman once she asked me a question, asked “how much further?”. To this I said, “I have no idea”. Because 1) honestly, I had no idea where the finish line was in relation to where we were currently and 2) I don’t ever look at my watch during a race so I never know what mileage I’m at.

She ran right on my heels for 3/4 of the final uphill. For a second, I tried brainstorming ways I could get her off my heels (i.e. by sprinting up the hill) but I had no energy whatsoever to run faster than I was. I was simply in survival mode. My endurance meter had reached a big fat zero.

She eventually passed me and I felt bummed, knowing I had held 3rd overall female for 85% of the race. But I had nothing in me to try to physically react. So she trotted off, gapping me almost instantaneously. My only intrinsic goal was to keep running, no walking. And that’s what I did. Kept running until I crossed the finish line.

Once I got the finish, Josh offered me a cup of water. I stared at him and said “I’m at zero”. My endurance had expired around mile 5. The last mile was a slugfest. I probably could have walked faster but my own pride kept me running. We replenished with Gatorade we had brought and recapped our races.

Josh finished as the 1st overall male, 2nd place overall (figure that one out for yourself). He also had ran out of endurance which is to be expected considering he had only been running once or twice per week, not exceeding 3-4 mile runs (#naturaltalent). Regardless, I was proud of him. His natural ability to run fast amazes me time and time again.

I finished in 55:38, 18th/58 overall, 4th overall female, and 1/1 in my age group. Josh won a sweet travel coffee mug and a wooden phone holder (which he promises me to video chat with so he doesn’t have to prop his phone up awkwardly). I won a medal and some great S&S exposure.

I am glad that I did this race. Grad school had left me craving trail runs and races and, in a way, starting off summer break with a trail race was symbolic. Grad school requires endurance just like running. This race reaffirmed that I can be a grad student and a runner and be happy. I might not have as much endurance as I did last summer and the trails may challenge me even more so, but they will always be there for me to enjoy and for me to find bliss, serenity, and a welcoming running community.

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Xterra Trail Race Series recap

Xterra Trail Race Series recap

A few weeks ago I completed the Xterra Atlantic trail race series.  The series was four races, culminating with a half-marathon.  I’m slightly behind on blogging; however, after looking back I did recap the first two races of the series.  For brevity’s sake, I’ll just post finishing results for the first two races and recap the final two races of the trail series below.

Brandywine 12k:  1:05, 2nd overall female, 16th overall of 110

Lums Pond 12k:  57:28, 3rd overall female, 25th overall of 98

Wetlands 10k at Camp Edge: 

As the series progressed, I became less and less motivated to race.  I had no desire to race a 10k.  All I wanted to do was run an ultra.  I was craving the mountains, not the swamplands.  Yet, there I was on a humid Sunday morning pretending to be happy I was about to race.

It had rained for 4-5 days straight leading up to the race.  The local mountain bike team that my dad coaches practices and races at this venue – Camp Edge.  I’ve done numerous trail building days on these trails. I had even raced on these trails for the Sasquatch 5k.  I knew the trails didn’t drain well.  With 4-5 days of rain behind us, I knew that the course was going to be sloppy.  This also added to my lack of motivation.

I was happy that Jess was racing too.  I warned her about the mud and we both joked that we had signed up for a trail race, not a mud run.

“Sloppy” didn’t even do the trail conditions justice.  It was a disaster.  I went out hard for two reasons:  because I knew these trails inside and out, forwards & backwards AND because I knew the mud would get progressively worse as more racers ran through it.

Two women passed me around the two mile mark.  By mile three, I had mentally checked myself out of the race.  The trails were crap, I was sliding everywhere, and I did NOT feel like doing a second loop.

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This was one of the least muddy sections of the course

We ran through the finish line and turned right to head back out across the field and into the woods.  Here we go again.  Loop 2.  I gave up on running fast through the mud.  The mud was worse the second time around because now we were running through mud that 100 other people had already ran through.  I was frustrated.  I was agitated.  I was not having fun.

All I truly remember about loop 2 was focusing on not sliding in the mud and carelessly splashing through the puddles.  It was hot so the puddles were a nice relief.

When we exited the woods, my dad, Josh, and Steve were taking pictures.  My dad told me to pick it up and my response was an irritated “I don’t feel like it”.  I crossed the line as the 3rd overall female and 21st overall of 68, in 56:05.

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I was happy that Jess raced hard and finished 3rd in her age group.  I was super proud of her for finishing her first ever trail 10k and I hoped that she would attend the next trail race of the series with me!  I was also excited because we were all going to a wine festival after the race and I just love wine!

Disclaimer:  I won’t be doing this race again.  I didn’t enjoy the course conditions, I despise races that are two loops, and I just didn’t like the race atmosphere.

Big Elk Half-Marathon: 

I was hoping that I would be in tip-top shape going into the last race of the series; however, my running motivation had dwindled over the course of four months and my cycling motivation had peaked.  Due to work schedules, weekend events, and vacation, the training plan I had created for myself was merely a piece of paper hanging on my bulletin board.

My longest run leading up to Big Elk was 8 miles.  Despite failing at following the plan, vacation provided me with an opportunity to spend miles and miles on my feet, climbing up mountains.  I knew that the hills wouldn’t be a problem.  Instead, my endurance might end up being the problem.

On the morning of race day, we arrived to the starting area with 25 minutes until start time.  25 minutes to spare is considered rushing to me so I frantically ran from the parking lot to the bathroom and from the bathroom to the packet pick-up area.  I ran back to the parking lot, pinned my bib on crookedly, threw on my Ultimate Direction pack and ran back to the starting line.

The first mile was slightly downhill and I hoped that the crowd would eventually thin out.  I found myself leading a pack of 5-6 runners on some single track and I wished that they would just go around me instead of following so closely on my heels.  I was familiar with the trails so I knew what sections to be cautious through and what sections to speed up.

We ran past the first water stop and I yelled at a woman trying to pass me that she had missed the turn.  It pays to pay attention, people!  At the top of the next hill, Josh appeared!  I laughed that he was just standing in the middle of the woods.

Finally half of the group of people went around me.  A few still remained on my heels and I tried to shake them by speeding up.  They stuck close.

I was running faster than my comfort zone trail pace and by mile 6ish, my left knee started bugging me.  I couldn’t catch my breath and I just wanted to enjoy my time in the woods.  I pulled to the side and let a few runners go around me.  Finally, I could run in peace!

I spent most of miles 6-10 by myself.  I was content this way.  I listened to nature rather than the rapid breathing of myself and those that were once around me.  I finally relaxed into the race.  I was finally enjoying myself.  I even took breaks to walk up some hills.  All of this is my trail bliss.

The course went through a field with grass up to my hip.  I was frustrated because I knew this wasn’t truly a trail.  They just stuck flags in a grassy field to make things “interesting”.  The only thoughts going through my head were “ticks, ticks, ticks everywhere!”

When we got back on an actual trail, a few people came up behind me. I let them pass and I just kept at my steady happy-go-lucky pace.  Our course eventually met up with the 5k/10k course and there were a lot of runners on the trail now.

I passed a few people who were trudging through their shorter race and I knew we were getting closer to the end.  We ran through some streams that felt super refreshing.  By this point the top of my left foot was also bothering me so the cold water felt great on my sore foot.

The course exited the woods and brought us toward the finishing area.  I ran confidently towards the finish line and Josh yelled at me to smile.  I smiled.

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I crossed the line and looped back to find Josh, Jess, & Steve.  We talked about Jess’s 10k that she CRUSHED!  She beat her previous 10k trail time by 14 minutes.  We waited patiently for results, I changed out of my race attire, and then we waited for the awards ceremony.

I finished in 2:08:55 as the 4th overall female and 1st in my age-group.  The results posted online are incorrect (once again).  I knew my time would be around the two hour mark so I was more than content with a 2:08.  I had completed the trail series, Jess had crushed her 10k, and then we all celebrated with brunch on Main Street, Newark.

Conclusion:

I won the trail series for my age-group, therefore, winning a free entry to Xterra Nationals in Ogden.  I will not be attending Nationals because the plane ticket is far too expensive and by September I will be in full grad school mode.

Completing the series was more of a mental challenge for me rather than a physical challenge.  I found myself highly unmotivated for most of the races.  I enjoyed the Brandywine 12k the most due to the ruggedness of the trails.  Big Elk was my second favorite because I got to spend 2+ hours in the woods.  Lums Pond 12k was semi-decent because I’ve never been to that trail system before; however, it’s too flat for me and doesn’t benefit my strengths.  Wetlands 10k was my absolute least favorite race of the entire series.  The mud was annoying and I hate courses that are two loops.

Next year, I probably won’t run any of the races again.  It was something different for me to try this year in the interim of training for another ultra; however, my heart is set on ultras in the mountains.

It’s been real, Xterra, but now it’s time for you to crown another Xterra Champion.

 

Vacation Part 2: Utah

Vacation Part 2: Utah

Day 4 (Friday continued): 

The scenery on the eastern side of Utah didn’t look much different than the scenery on the western side of Colorado.  The posted speed limit was 80mph so I was happily driving while Josh took in the surrounding landscape zipping by.

Once we exited Route 70, Moab would be the next town we would come across.  Despite being situated in the middle of a red rock desert, Moab was a bustling place.  Everybody either had bike racks on their cars or was driving a camper.  Despite being visitors, it was a welcoming atmosphere for us because we love spending time outside, exploring, and taking in nature.

We drove to our pre-determined camping area managed by the BLM – the Sandflats Recreation Area.  We paid our $15 at the gate, drove up the road and settled on camping in the Cottontail camping area which had 4-5 other sites available for tents.  After pitching our tent, admiring the place we would get to sleep at later, and changing into mountain bike attire, we headed back into town for our bike rentals.

We rented our mountain bikes from Chile Pepper Bikes – a bike shop well-known to Moab visitors.  They suggested trails for us, hooked a bike rack to our car, loaded up our bikes, and sent us on our way.  We left the confines of Main Street, Moab and headed back out to Moab Brands.

After scoping out the trails on the map we purchased for $2, we decided to start on EZ – an intermediate/easy trail.  We were both getting acquainted with our rental bikes and the varying terrain of Moab so this was a good way to start off.

We connected EZ to Bar-M – an easy trail.  From Bar-M we hopped on Rockin’ A which was considered an intermediate-expert trail.  Rockin’ A was complete rock – not a speck of dirt in sight.  On the east coast, I’m terrified of rocky sections (which are typically paired with a downhill); however, in Moab, I had no choice.  You can look for miles in Moab and find only rock.  To my own surprise, I wasn’t overly frightened.  There were no log overs to worry about or huge rocks to weave through.  We were simply riding ON the rocks – rocks that were relatively smooth and rather nonthreatening.

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Moab Brands

Granted, I was probably going slower than anyone else that rides in Moab but I was still riding.  We passed a group of riders that said they were from Michigan.  A guy told me I was doing awesome.  Quite surprised at his apparent observation, all I managed to say was “thank you” and I just continued riding.

At the end of Rockin’ A we hopped over to Circle-O (also an intermediate-expert trail).  I was truly enjoying myself at my own pokey pace.  Josh was up ahead riding at his own pace and waiting for me every so often.  We were enjoying our ride in a place we’ve only ever seen on Instagram.  We were finally living our Instagram dreams!

I feel that I need to share that our ride in Moab was not guided by trail markers every 100-200 feet.  Trail markers can only be found at the beginning and end of each trail, typically accompanied with a map.  So how do you know you’re still on a trail?  Just follow the faded paint line on the rock – AND DON’T DIVERGE FAR.  I remember concentrating hard on following the paint line and I would get mad at myself when I would lose concentration and move to the right/left of it by 2-3 feet.  I wanted to follow the line!

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Do you see the faded line that I’ve clearly diverged from?

Ok, back to Circle-O.  Circle-O is a 3.2 mile trail of rock.  Half-way through, Josh broke his derailleur.  It was a problem that couldn’t be fixed, so he was forced to walk about 2-3 miles back to our vehicle.  I continued to ride at my own slow pace while he disappointingly walked the line.  Role reversal!  Now I was the one waiting every so often for him to catch up to me.  I would loop back to him and then ride ahead again, trying to find the end of Circle-O so he knew he was getting closer to the car.

After, a good 30-40 minutes of walking, Josh finally got back to the car.  We still had time remaining on our day rental and I wanted to get the most out of it – especially since one bike was broken.  I went back to EZ trail and did a quick loop of Lazy-EZ.  It was flowy, it was fun, and I wish that Josh & I could’ve rode more in Moab together.  But the trail gods clearly had other plans.

With the exception of the broken derailleur, I genuinely enjoyed riding in Moab.  It was unlike anything we ever ride on the east coast.  My only Moab regret is not spending more time there.  We only saw a tiny crumb of what Moab trails offer (12.9 miles to be exact) and I just want to go back to see and experience more.

After we returned our rental bikes, we stopped at the grocery store for cold Gatorades.  Then we decided to eat dinner before heading back to our campsite for the remainder of the afternoon.

Moab Brewery was conveniently next to the bike shop so we opted for that.  We walked in, sat in the pub area, and ordered nachos.  You can never go wrong with nachos!  Josh ordered a beer and I ordered their “Ginerade” – gin and lemonade.  It was alright.  We ordered our entrees (a veggie wrap for me and a burger for Josh) but we were both rather unimpressed by the taste.  I picked through my entire wrap and only ended up eating a small portion of it.  Our review of Moab Brewery?  Nice atmosphere, good brews, ok mixed drinks, and unimpressive entrees.  Would we go back?  I’m just going to say one thing: let’s try someplace different.

After leaving the brewery, we drove back to our campsite and simply relaxed.  Around 9 PM we climbed up a few rocks to watch the sunset.  We observed mountain bikers dropping off of steep rocks and UTV’ers off in the distance.  The sunset was absolutely beautiful.  I am so envious of anyone that lives in that area or has such scenic views everyday.  It is an absolutely beautiful and unique place in our country and words nor pictures could ever do it justice.

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view behind us at our sunset rock

The stars took forever to come out.  I was fighting off falling asleep in our tent and every 10 minutes I would wake up and ask if the stars were out yet.  When they finally did all start to appear, they were EVERYWHERE!  The most stars I’ve ever seen and there was not a speck of light pollution.  I’m sure that Josh observed the stars longer than I did because I just couldn’t stay awake.  At some point in time, we were both asleep.

Day 4 stats:  12.9 miles mtb, 838 ft of elevation gain, max elevation was 4,778 ft

Day 5 (Saturday): 

Let it be known that sleeping in Moab can be a struggle without the proper camping supplies.  We were sleeping on sand and all we had were our pillows, a sheet, and a blanket.  I brought in layers of clothes the night before knowing I might need them as night progressed.  Thank goodness I did because I woke up at an unknown time freezing cold.  However, the moon was super bright and the stars were still out!

I’m pretty sure I only got 3 hours of sleep in Moab between being uncomfortable and being cold.  The sun was already up by 6 AM but I tried to fall back asleep.  That lasted 30 minutes and then I decided to just go for a run.  I ran 2 miles with stiff legs and a stiff back.  It was slow but I got to see more of the Sand Flats area.

Once Josh woke up, I made myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich and we packed up our tent.  Josh stopped at the local coffee shop to get his morning dose of coffee and then we started driving again.  Next stop: Ogden!

The drive to Ogden was pretty uneventful.  We drove through a lot of desert and some canyons.  There were huge windmills too!  We swapped drivers half way through and I drove us the rest of the way to Ogden.

We arrived at 2nd Tracks for our bike rental where we were finally reunited with my brother, Michael!  We received our bikes and put my bike in our car and Josh’s bike in Michael’s car.  He was taking us to Snowbasin for mountain biking!

We drove right through the canyon to get to Snowbasin!  What a road that was!  It twisted and winded all the way through the mountain.  It was quite the scenic road!

Michael toured us around Snowbasin which turned out to be extremely scenic and quite challenging.  The trails were tough in sections, especially the uphills and rocky sections.  Josh and Michael would zip ahead of me so I mostly rode solo; however, they waited at trail intersections to make sure I was still in one piece.  The flowy sections were enjoyable and the switchbacks were nice but I was completely out of my element riding on literal mountains.

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MTB with the men

After riding nearly 9 miles, we packed up our bikes again and headed back into Ogden.  Michael brought us to Slackwater Pizza & Pub.  Pizza sounded so welcoming!  I ordered a mac & cheese pizza, Josh ordered the buffalo chicken pizza, and Michael ordered the Hawaiian pizza.

Let me just say, I am still to this day talking about my mac & cheese pizza.  It was so unique and so delicious that I wish I could order another one right now!  It didn’t have pizza sauce on it, just macaroni noodles, cheese, and a drizzle of balsamic.  The balsamic made it so good!  I am so glad I ordered something outside of my “pizza comfort zone” because I would go back there in a heartbeat – pizza stop #2 of the trip got another A++.

After satisfying our hunger, we were tired from a sleepless night and a day of activity.  Michael returned to Hill AFB and Josh and I drove to our campground for the remainder of our stay – KOA Brigham City/Perry.  We enjoyed some downtime at our cozy little cabin, took showers, and fell asleep comfortably on a mattress – a little luxury!

Day 5 stats:  9 miles mtb, 1,156 ft of elevation gain, max elevation was 7,230 ft

Day 6 (Sunday): 

We slept wonderfully in our cozy cabin and woke up feeling a little less sleepy and a lot less stiff.  We enjoyed a simple breakfast and then met Michael at a trailhead for the Bonneville Shoreline trail system.

[Fun fact!  Bonneville Shoreline does not follow any shore whatsoever.  It’s not near water nowadays….but it used to be!  Way back in the day, the Great Salt Lake was so large and high up that the Shoreline trail was indeed on the shoreline of the lake.  However, now, the Salt Lake has shrunk, a city has been developed, and the shoreline trail is simply amidst the mountains.]

After a brief discussion with a snobby local (true fact) at the trailhead, we started riding.  It was a hot, the trails were narrow and rather hilly and I was just not having a good day on the bike.  After less than 3 miles, I decided I just wanted to run so that the men didn’t have to keep waiting up for me.  We put my bike back in the car and I set out for a run while Michael and Josh rode more miles.

I enjoyed a 6.8 mile run on the Shoreline trail which provided a continuous vista of Ogden and zig-zagged in and out of small mountain valleys.  The trail was lightly trafficked and I enjoyed the serenity of running in a new place.  Michael and Josh mountain biked 11.7 miles together and also enjoyed views of Ogden from above.

 

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Bonneville Shoreline trail

After we were done our excursions, we decided to eat lunch at another place Michael recommended to us called The Angry Goat.  I had a black bean quesadilla, Josh enjoyed a sandwich and fries, and Michael had a breakfast burrito.  It was a quaint and quiet pub and we got to plan our next hike.

We returned our bike rentals and drove to the trailhead for the Hidden Valley Trail.  Turns out I picked a pretty strenuous trail because the trail was sun-exposed and extremely steep.  Josh & I powered ahead after Michael decided to turn back around.  We had views of Ogden from above again.  When we reached the top of the trail we were rewarded with a field of flowers and a vista of a valley…. a hidden valley.

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Vista on Hidden Valley Trail
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view at the top of Hidden Valley

Upon descending, we decided to run sections of the trail back down to the parking lot.  The steep sections got me nervous so I slowed to a crawl, I leaped over a snake that Josh didn’t see, and we decided that, although quite challenging, Hidden Valley Trail was rather anticlimatic.  At least we got to spend more time outside!

Once we were done hiking, Michael gave us a tour of the AFB.  We then went our separate ways as it was getting late.  Josh & I picked up fresh salads at Smith’s grocery store (their equivalent to Shoprite/Acme) and we ate dinner back at our cabin as the sun was setting.

In both Utah & Colorado it seemed that sunsets were so lengthy.  Daylight seemed to last so much longer compared to the east coast.  Still to this day, it boggles my mind and I can’t seem to figure it out.  I digress.  The sun set, we showered, and then went right to sleep.

Day 6 stats:  2.7 miles mtb (me), 11.7 miles mtb (Josh), 6.7 mile run (me), 4.8 mile hike (both), 3,766 ft of elevation gain (me), 3,851 ft of elevation gain (Josh), max elevation was 6,762′

Day 7 (Monday): 

Monday morning we woke up and had nowhere to be!  We decided Monday would be our relaxation day.  Our legs were exhausted and we just needed some time to chill out.  Michael was working all day and we would spend the afternoon with him once he was done.

I enjoyed time reading my book and we discussed our adventures so far.  Then Josh got antsy and started researching nearby trails to our campground.  He discovered the Perry Canyon trailhead that was within a mile of us.  It was the hottest part of the day but I agreed to go with him.

The trailhead wasn’t clearly marked so we questioned our parking choice.  The trail was slightly overgrown and Josh became paranoid about the safety of our car.  My legs were still quite exhausted so I opted to take the car back to the campground, continue relaxing, and Josh would continue hiking/running on the Perry Canyon trail.  We discussed a time limit and potential plans for coming to pick him up.

I don’t have much knowledge on what the Perry Canyon trail was like but Josh said it was kind of overgrown and very much uphill.  He finished a 6 mile run with 985′ of elevation gain.  He showed up to the campground tired yet satisfied that he got to run up another mountain!

Still in need of lunch at 3:30PM, we decided to drive into Brigham City to get food at Kent’s Market.  We picked up two more fresh salads, cold fruit, donuts for the next morning, and a yogurt parfait.  Kent’s Market was a nice surprise and we enjoyed the freshness of their food choices!

We met Michael and his friend, Andy, at the trailhead for Adams Canyon trail around 5:30 PM.  In retrospect, this was probably my favorite trail that we hiked in the Ogden area.  Honestly, I considered it to be epic.  For starters, it was shaded.  Secondly, it followed a stream up to an awesome waterfall.  The trail was rocky and steep and at times I was climbing up rocks using my hands.  A hiker warned us of a rattlesnake he heard and I got nervous.  I don’t like snakes at all so I went into super-awareness mode.  We stopped 3/4 of the way up and the men climbed up a very high rock overlook.  Here is the picture below.

 

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Can you spot Michael, Andy, and Josh?

We continued our way up the trail until we finally reached the waterfall!  We crossed the shallow part of the waterfall’s pool of water and my Altra Superiors drained very well.  I got close enough to the waterfall to feel the mist, but not close enough to touch it.  It was cold water!

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the picturesque waterfall with Michael

While at the top, Michael & Andy climbed more rocks, and we watched a few people climb towards the top of the waterfall (crazy!).  Josh also unexpectedly snapped a picture of me modeling my Altra race top, Altra Superiors, and Ultimate Direction pack.

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We also took a selfie with Michael and Andy behind us climbing the rocks.  They have no fear!

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Group selfie

We started the hike back down to the trailhead.  I’m SUPER slow on descents so the men kept waiting up for me.  We simply got to enjoy more time out on a nice afternoon.  Even though it was closing in on 8 PM, people were still hiking up in the direction of the waterfall.  I envy the outdoorsy-ness of the people in the western states.  People out there don’t miss any opportunity to hike, bike, or run and I truly admire that.

Once again, we were eating dinner at 9 PM.  After our hike we all drove to Rooster’s Brewing Company for dinner.  We enjoyed burgers (mine was black bean), fries, and Josh & Andy had brews.  We closed the place down and then we had to say our goodbyes in the parking lot.  Michael and Andy returned to the AFB and Josh & I returned to the cabin for our final vacation night.

We stayed up until midnight trying to organize and pack all of our things again.  We were both tired but I didn’t want vacation to end.  Eventually we fell asleep, grateful for all of our vacation adventures.

Day 7 stats:  6 mile run & 3.6 mile hike (Josh), 5.1 mile hike (me), 2,498 ft of elevation gain (Josh), 1,691 ft of elevation gain (me), max elevation was 6,202 ft

Day 8 (Tuesday): 

We woke up Tuesday morning feeling tired from lack of sleep.  I became stressed about fitting everything in our bags.  I shoved the blanket we had bought at Target into my carry-on because I was determined to bring it home (and it now sits happily folded on the end of my bed).  I must have packed and repacked my bags at least 6 times in shear determination to fit everything.

Shortly after leaving our lovely mountain cabin, I received a text saying our flight was delayed.  I went into a brief panic because we had to make a connecting flight in Dallas; however, I calculated that we should have just enough time to make it.  Travel stress is the worst stress, especially when you have to end a vacation with it!

We flew over the mountains departing SLC and I was sad to be leaving.  There was so much more for us to explore and see in both Utah and Colorado.  I wanted to see more!

We landed in Dallas and the pilot drove to our terminal for what seemed like 30 minutes – precious time when you have to make a connecting flight!  We took the Skylink from our arrival terminal to the departing terminal which we successfully navigated.  Upon arriving at our departing terminal, they were just starting to board our plane.  I was starving and miserable so I ran over to the closest convenience store and bought a bag of peanuts.  Onwards to home!

Utah Stats:

  • Josh’s mountain bike miles:  28.9 miles
  • Lyndsey’s mountain bike miles:  24.6 miles
  • Josh’s running miles:  6 miles
  • Lyndsey’s running miles:  8.7 miles
  • Josh & Lyndsey’s hiking miles:  8.4 miles
  • Josh’s elevation gain (combo of running, hiking , & biking):  8,118 feet
  • Lyndsey’s elevation gain (combo of running, hiking , & biking):  7,487 feet
  • Max Elevation:  7,230′ above sea level (Snowbasin)

Combined Stats (Utah & Colorado):

  • Running  miles (both): 14 miles (Josh) and 16.7 miles (Lyndsey)
  • Hiking miles (both):  21.1 miles (both of us)
  • Mountain bike miles (just Utah):  28.9 miles (Josh) and 24.6 miles (Lyndsey)
  • Elevation gain:  13,636′ (Josh) and 12,935′ (Lyndsey)
  • Max Elevation:  10,465′ (Frisco)
  • Combined total miles explored: 126.4 miles
  • Combined elevation achieved:  26,571′

In retrospect:

Colorado and Utah are beautiful places.  I am grateful for all that we got to see and do on our one-week vacation in mountain time.  I am grateful that I got to spend time with good friends in Colorado.  I am grateful that I got to spend time with my brother in Utah.  I am grateful that we had safety in all of our travels, hikes, runs, and bike rides.  I am forever grateful that Josh & I got to spend a week together in our happy place – the mountains!

I will always look back on this vacation with fond memories.  I will yearn for the day that I get to go back with Josh by my side to climb more mountains together.  It was an unforgettable week and I will forever cherish the moments we got to spend together & with people we love.

 

Race Recap: Sasquatch Nighttime Trail 5k

Race Recap: Sasquatch Nighttime Trail 5k

Saturday night at 8 PM, I lined up for a 5k for the first time since 2015.  5ks haven’t been on my race radar for three years out of pure enjoyment of ultras and long distance races.  The shortest race I’ve raced in the past three years has been a four mile road race – a 4th of July tradition in my family that is a requirement for an afternoon BBQ invitation.  But, I couldn’t pass up a trail 5k…. in the dark…. on hometown trails…. with a bunch of family & friends.

All day Saturday, I was impatiently waiting for the afternoon hours.  I’d much rather race in the morning so that I can enjoy the rest of the day, eat whatever I want, and relax.  I was less than thrilled when I had to wait all day until I could race. I distracted myself with various errands/chores and I watched the Flyers clinch a playoff spot which was super exciting for obvious reasons.  I ate dinner at 4 PM because I wanted my stomach to be fully settled by start time.

I arrived to the course before 7 PM, snagged a convenient parking spot, picked up the race packets with my parents, and set out onto the trails with my dad and uncle to set up feather flags for our family business & local mountain bike team.  I was extremely confused where the course would be taking us despite knowing the trails inside & out from mountain biking there so often.  I asked my dad a bunch of questions about the direction of the course down certain trails but it didn’t clarify much.

By 7:25, I was wondering where Josh & Jess (Josh’s twin) were as I knew they should both be there by now.  I triple checked that my headlamp was actually on my head (my biggest fear was arriving to the starting line without my headlamp on my head and being forced to run the course in the dark – which would’ve been impossible & torturous).  My Altra Superiors were on snugly and I was ready to tackle the roots within the woods!  Without being able to find neither Josh nor Jess, and with no cell phone service to call them, I set out on a warm-up run with my dad, uncle, mom, and my mom’s cousin.

While out on the course we spotted the Sasquatches arriving to their designated spots on the course.  My dad told the mini Sasquatch to scare me but I told mini Sasquatch that I could out sprint him on any given day. After a ten minute warm-up, we arrived back to the infield where I spotted Josh & Jess.  I was a ball of energy at this point and just wanted to get the race started.  I chauffeured Josh over to my car so he could drop off his race packet in my car & hastily rushed him so that he could get a warm-up in before the race started in less than 10 minutes.  We ran through the in-field a little bit more – a short warm-up would have to suffice for him.  Josh told me he felt nauseous and had no intention of racing hard (more details on that later).

S&S sasquatch groupWe got to the starting line and ushered a bunch of Sneakers & Spokes runners together for a team picture.  We chit-chatted amongst ourselves, tested out the brightness of our headlamps, and waited for the race directors to announce any last minute instructions.  We were told that the reflectors on the trees would guide us through the course and that they should always be on our right – this proved to be extremely helpful knowledge throughout the race.

Before I knew it, they were saying “ready, set, go” through the megaphone and the field of runners surged off.  I remember feeling like there were a lot of people surrounding me that I knew all had to funnel into the trail ahead of us.  All I could do was keep sprinting across the field, hoping that some of them might just be energetic youths eager to start in a full out sprint.

With our headlamps on, we reached the trail entrance and I knew I was near the front of the race.  There was a pack of 6-8 racers ahead of me running three-aside on the trail.  In front of me was a lone runner whom I quickly passed through a sandy section.  The pack of runners ahead of me kept getting further & further away as I could see the light of their headlamps fading off in front of me.  I was running solo with nobody within sight ahead of me and no lights shining from behind me.

Alone, I focused on the reflectors to navigate the way.  I came upon the Sasquatch banging against a tin roof trying to scare us runners but I just chuckled as I passed by.  “One reflector at a time”, I told myself.  I came across someone’s headlamp on the ground and thought that whomever lost that better hope they can keep up with someone who still has a light!  Before I could figure out where I was, the course exited the woods back into the field.  I surged ahead knowing exactly where I needed to go next (home course advantage at it’s finest).  The field was pitch dark and there were just a few spectators out huddling near a small bonfire.

After a steady, low-grade incline on the singletrack, I saw headlamps shining at me.  Am I going the wrong way? How did I mess up the course already?!  Turns out, the course comes very close to intersecting paths but I took a left in my direction and they turned left in their direction.  Crisis everted!  

I continued to power ahead and soon saw a runner up ahead of me.  They were definitely within my reach so I made sure to surge up to them during the non-technical section of the course.  By the time we reached the next hill, I knew that if I could just power through the hill that I could gap them.  He didn’t let me get too far away though.  We reached the only road section of the course – a quarter mile of road until we dip back into the woods toward the finish.  The man got around me on the road but I knew that my strengths on the trail would prove worthy when we got back onto singletrack.

I made a power-move on the final turn into singletrack, nearly running myself into a tree.  I sprinted confidently ahead and saw two small silhouettes ahead of me.  Let me try to catch up to them.  So I kept my foot on the gas trying to catch up to the them.  I knew I was running out of course to catch them but I kept trying.

We exited the woods for the final time into the field and I strided as fast as I could toward the finish line.  I didn’t want the man behind me to catch me in a final sprint.  Race volunteers shined their flashlight towards my bib number so that they could record the finishers.  I stopped by watch at 23:33.

My dad and Josh walked up to me while I was still in the finishing chute.  “Did you win?”, one of them asked.  I said, “I think so!”.  They yelled out in excitement.  I ripped off the bottom of my bib number for the race volunteer & walked over to my dad & Josh.  That’s when they informed that Josh won the race!  HE WON!  I yelled in excitement so loud and gave him the biggest hug.  I couldn’t contain my excitement that we both won!

We walked back along the finishing stretch to wait for our friends & family.  I was coughing uncontrollably because my lungs hurt so bad.  I was still so so so excited that Josh won!  WOW!  We cheered on everyone we knew. This proved to be a difficult task during a nighttime race.  It’s impossible to see people running towards the finish line when it’s dark!

Once everyone finished and we shared our excitement for such a fun and great race, I changed into warm (and dry) clothes, put on my winter jacket and set out on a cool-down run with my dad & Josh.  We talked about our races and shared our excitement for such a cool race on our local trails.  We headed back to the lodge for food, water, and the awards ceremony.  It was so cozy in the lodge which made me happy!

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Jess, me, & Josh with Sasquatch, Mini Sasquatch, & Yeti

Team Sneakers & Spokes came home with 8 individual awards, a new 5k PR, and a racer’s 2nd ever 5k.  It was a fun & enjoyable night and being surrounded by awesome friends & family made the night extra special!

After the awards, I drove to Josh’s.  I reflected on the race and my excitement for Josh’s win.  When we got back to Josh’s it was probably almost 10:30 PM.  We were both hungry so we impulsively decided to make pasta. I ate icecream sandwich cake in the interim because I was so hungry.  By the time we ate pasta and showered, it was nearly midnight.  What a late night.

Reflecting back, I am more than satisfied with how my race went.  I raced hard, I ran confidently, I didn’t back down from the hills or other competitors.  This race boosted my trail confidence in regards to running fast on trails.  I know I can cover upwards to 31 miles on trails mountainous trails, but running fast on trails has never been my strong point.  Although I coughed for an entire day after the race, I would run this race again next year.  The race benefitted Ranch Hope and the leaders & volunteers of Ranch Hope are amazing individuals.

I don’t plan on running more 5ks – I think I’ll stick to one 5k per year & one 4 miler per year.  I prefer all other races to be 10k or more and trail races.  I just find trails to be my strength and I love the trail running scene/community more than anything.

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Just a “couple” of winners

I am proud of Josh for racing so strong despite having a rough Saturday leading up to the race.  I am proud of his confidence on the trails and his innate competitiveness that apparently just took over one mile into the race.  I am lucky to have him to stand next to as 1st place male and female of the race.

Thanks to Camp Edge and Ranch Hope for hosting a great trail race.  And much appreciation to the Sasquatches who didn’t scare me in the woods mid-race!

 

You win some… & all others aren’t losses.

You win some… & all others aren’t losses.

Earlier today, I raced the Xterra Brandywine 12k.  I finished 2nd overall female by a mere 40 seconds after leading for approximately 6.5 of the 7.3 mile race.  Should I be upset?  Maybe.  Should I be mad at myself?  Perhaps.  But… I’m not upset.  I’m not mad.  It’s not a loss to me.  I ran 46 seconds faster than last year on the exact same course in similar weather conditions.

I didn’t finish as the 2nd overall female because I ran slower than last year.  My solitary goal going into the race was to improve my 01:06:36 finish from last year.  Any other accomplishments throughout the race would just be an added bonus.  I ran 01:05:50, finishing 16th overall out of a field of 110 (last year I was 44th out of 165).  If that’s not something to be happy about then I don’t know what is.

What I’m trying to say is that not all “losses” are actually a loss.  The woman that finished the last 3/4 of a mile faster than me might think I didn’t pace myself throughout the race or that I’m just “a young girl still learning how to finish a race in its entirety”.  Truth is, that’s not me.

I knew what I was doing throughout that entire race:

I ran the 1st mile in 7:33 because I knew that any time I could gain on the downhill/flat section would be time pocketed for the gruesome climbs to come.

I didn’t power hike the climbs because I knew that the faster I could keep stepping forward, the sooner I would get to the next downhill.

I passed the men in front of me confidently and without hesitation because I was racing against them too.

I didn’t hesitate at the stream crossing because I knew that a moment of hesitation wasn’t going to resolve the issue of crossing the stream without getting my feet wet.

I didn’t flinch bombing down the rockiest downhill of the course because I’ve ran down that hill hundreds of times; I knew the best lines to take.

I didn’t try to navigate carefully around the muddy sections because I knew the quickest line was straight through them.

I ran the fielded, non-technical sections of the course with all the energy I had left because I knew there wasn’t much further to go.

I finished 46 seconds faster than last year because of all of these decisions, all of these moments, all of these intrinsic race instincts.

Races are just like life:  if you try your hardest every single day to accomplish your goals, you will achieve success.  Nobody can take away your successes.  Nobody can diminish your accomplishments because their accomplishments seem “bigger” or “better”.

If you take initiative, if you take your goals into your own hands, if you make decisions to better yourself, than you are on your way to your own personal win – and sometimes that can be the best way to lose.

Race Recap: Green Monster Trail Challenge 50k

Race Recap: Green Monster Trail Challenge 50k

This past weekend was the Green Monster Trail Challenge 50k/25k/15k.  As my previous blog posts have summarized, I had signed up for the 50k.  Training went as well as it could have leading up to October 8th and I felt decently prepared to tackle the mountainous course despite being one of three people from New Jersey signed up for the race.  Pennsylvanians had an obvious advantage if they lived and trained in the mountains, but I knew what I was signing up for going into the race and I willingly accepted the challenge.  After all, I know I’m a mountain girl at heart.

Saturday – the day before the race

Because Wellsboro, PA was 4.5 hours from southern New Jersey, Josh & I planned to camp at Leonard Harrison State Park for the weekend.  I coached a cross country meet at Desales University Saturday morning/early afternoon, drove home, packed up my car, and then drove to Josh’s to pack up his Jeep.  We didn’t leave New Jersey until about 4:45 PM because of this hectic day.  This was not ideal by any means, but it was what it was.

Our ETA was 9:30 PM.  I knew I was in for a late pre-race night and navigating the twisty-turny roads of Wellsboro, PA in the dark made us both uneasy.  After a few wrong turns, we made it safely to the campground.  We set up our tent and canopy tent knowing that the weather forecast was predicting overnight rain.  I was asleep on our air mattress by 10:45 PM with the alarm set for 5:00 AM.

Sunday – Race Morning

After a restless night sleep that felt like only three hours, the alarm sounded.  Rain drops were hitting our rain fly and I exhaled numerous sighs of frustration.  A rainy 50k would make for an extremely long day in the woods.  I forced down a bagel with peanut butter and banana on it.  We left for the race at 6:00 AM.  The starting area was a 20 minute drive away and once again we found ourselves sketchily driving down dark, windy mountain roads – some of which were dirt.

We arrived to the USGS parking lot by 6:25 AM.  Josh and I walked the 1/4 mile to the check-in tent with our headlights on.  The rain had stopped but I kept my rain jacket on.  I picked up my race bib, swag bag, and directions to aid stations for Josh.  I also dropped off my drop bag in the designated spot.  Having the option of a drop bag is always very welcomed and I appreciated the idea of having additional fuel available to me at the aid station of mile 20.5 – thank you Tioga Running Company (TRC)!

By the time we walked back to the Jeep, daylight was starting to peek past the surrounding mountains.  I waited in line to use a port-a-potty (yuck!), then shed some of my layers.  The humidity of the day lingered so I opted for a tank top and spandex shorts.  I kept arm sleeves in my Ultimate Direction Ultra Vesta just in case temperatures dropped on top of some of the mountains.  All previous racers I had spoke to about the race had told me that historically the race always started in freezing temperatures.  2017 was the exception as the majority of the racers opted for shorts and short sleeves.

The race director conducted a pre-race briefing around 7:15 which was followed by the national anthem.  My stomach was in knots.  I was beyond nervous about what the day had in store for me and I felt nauseous.  Josh tried calming me down and told me to run smart.  I mentally stored his advice in my head as I approached the starting area.

Sunday – the important race recap stuff

For the remainder of the race recap, I am going to break down the race through aid station to aid station recaps.  Instead of running the race as a 50k race, throughout the day I broke the race into 8 parts (there were 8 aid stations).  This made the 50k distance seem less daunting.  This allowed me to focus on one small goal at a time rather than one huge goal.  The farthest stretch between aid stations was 5 miles so with my mental strategy, the farthest “race” I would be running would only be 5 miles.  Be warned, this strategy might not work for everyone, but on race day, this was the best strategy I think I could have ever adopted.

Start to Aid Station #1 (Canada Run) – miles 0.0-5.0

By 7:25, all of us racers lined up at the starting line.  After a countdown, we were sent off to the trails.  I started the race conservatively and a lot of people were ahead of me.  But I wasn’t too concerned.  I didn’t let my adrenaline get the best of me.  The first 1/2 – 3/4 mile or so was on a wide dirt road.  Eventually we made a slight left at a trail head.  Here stood a man in a T-rex costume cheering us on.  I thought this was peculiar but I enjoyed the humor of the situation so early in the morning.

As the racers ducked into the single track, the trail wasn’t too technical but I needed to stay alert.  Everybody at this point in the race was still pretty close together so keeping an appropriate distance from the racer in front of me was necessary to plan my footing.

After some nice, flowy single track, we began our first climb.  I believe this climb started out gradual.  I was brought down to a power-hiking pace and made a few moves around racers that were hiking a bit too slow for my desire.  I politely scooted around them and continued the ascent.  The climb felt like it was at least 2 miles long.  If I recall correctly, I believe it got steeper as the climb continued.  My calf muscles and my lungs burned but with every step, I knew I was getting myself closer to the top.

The race course was designed to have climbs followed immediately by descents.  Once I reached the top of the first climb, I was rewarded with an enjoyable, flowy downhill.  I was cautious on the downhill as my glasses were fogged over from the ungodly humidity of the morning.  I was frustrated that I wasn’t able to see all that well and I felt like it was going to be a long, long day if I was running half blind the entire race.

We reached aid station #1 at the bottom of the descent.  I chugged a half cup of Gatorade then continued on my way to the next trail head.  Three miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #1 (Canada Run) to Aid Station #2 (Baldwin Run) – miles 5.0-8.0

We were immediately gifted with another long uphill.  This uphill hurt worse.  It was steep, it was long and I felt like it was never going to end.  Honestly, I don’t remember too much from this ascent.  The downhill was a relief but my glasses were still fogged over so I was still running cautious (the struggle was real!).

I belief we ascended and descended a second climb during this stretch.  I remember feeling like I had just ascended two of Hyner’s SOBs that were actually longer in length.  Little did I know that the SOB-like climbs would continue.

During one of these climbs the man up ahead of me warned me that the trail was steep simultaneously as shale tumbled down towards me.  Steep?!  Yeah, I could tell.  I was reaching for rocks that were intact to the trail just to give myself a little extra stability.  I reached for a few trees that lined the trail just to pull myself up.  I was using both my feet and my hands to keep myself from sliding down.  One…step…at a time.

My legs were burning up these climbs but I kept telling myself that every step forward was a step in the right direction.

The field of runners was more spread out at this point as the three climbs had separated a lot of people.  After power-hiking at the top of the ascent to recover my legs and lungs, I happily started running with one or two runners who were keeping a steady pace.

At the Baldwin Run aid station, I picked up another cup of Gatorade and drank the whole thing.  I wasn’t ready for food/snacks yet but the aid station was fully stocked.  Three miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #2 (Baldwin Run) to Aid Station #3 (Stone Road) – miles 8.0-11.0

The runners I had been running with departed the aid station at the same time as me so I knew I would be running with people for hopefully another three miles to the next aid station.

We reached yet another climb that was steep.  I peeked upwards a few times just to see that a few racers up ahead of me were still climbing.  So…many…steep…ascents.  Once we finally got to the top, I power-hiked to recover.  I ran for about 400 feet than started power-hiking again.  The woman behind me stayed in step with my tactic of run-hiking.  After a relatively “flat” section of the course, we were rewarded with aid station #3!

22281924_10210859858678015_2635698085745054548_nSpectators lined this aid station as it was one of the first aid stations that were safely accessible by car.  I spotted Josh immediately.  Everyone was cheering and their energy was contagious.  Josh ran stride by stride with me to the aid station tent.  He asked me how things were going and I told him “I feel like I just climbed up SOB three times in a row”.  He offered some words of encouragement.  I grabbed another cup of Gatorade and then continued on my way.  Two and a half miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #3 (Stone Road) to Aid Station #4 (Broad Ridge)- miles 11.0-13.5

This was the shortest stretch between aid stations and it flew by!  The two runners I had the pleasure of running with stayed comfortably behind me throughout most of this stretch.  The man politely complimented me and my fellow trail chick on picking good lines to run down the technical trail.  I appreciated this uplifting compliment!

Before I knew it we were approaching the next aid station.  I heard this aid station way off in the distance as a local girl scout troop’s cheering echoed throughout the woods.  Their energy was perfect for this point in the race.

I wanted to fill up my pack with more water because I knew I was drinking a lot.  The humidity and heat required a lot of extra hydration.  I filled up the bladder at the water cooler and grabbed a Fig Newton.  That Fig Newton hit the spot!  Josh told me it was all down hill from here….ha!  Funny joke, Josh!

I spent a little more time than my fellow running buddies did at this aid station so I ended up departing back onto the trail alone.  Four miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #4 (Broad Ridge) to Aid Station #5 (Apple Orchard) – miles 13.5-17.5

Although I could see my running buddies up ahead, they weren’t within distance of me catching them.

After about 1/4 mile away from the aid station, we hit Frankenstein’s Forehead…..the infamous Frankenstein’s Forehead.  According to my Garmin upload to Strava, Frankenstein’s Forehead is a 0.2 mile descent at -31.6% grade.  Although I didn’t have these statistics during the race, it was obvious that this was a steep descent.  The trail was made up of mostly loose shale which made it interesting.  I managed to only slightly slip once (thank you, Altra Superiors for your extra grippy lugs!!)

I am not that fast at descents so my previous running buddies continued to gap me.  I was cautious going down Frankenstein’s Forehead.  It probably would have been quicker to slide down on my butt, but I wasn’t in the mood to have dirt and rocks plastered to my spandex for the rest of the day.

The trail reached another climb.  There was nobody within eyesight ahead of me or behind me.  I was all alone simply moving forward from pink ribbon to pink ribbon.  I began to talk aloud to myself at this point.  First, during the climb, I created a song about going uphill and how with every step I took up the hill I wouldn’t have to take that step again during the race.  Then, when the climb became more gradual but still required a power-hike, I made a song up about the yellow leaves on the trees.  It sounds crazy, but the songs distracted me from the soreness of my muscles.

Finally at the top of the climb, the trail exited the woods into a pipeline opening on the mountain.  I spotted another racer trekking up the mountain and called out to him saying “are you in the 50k?!”.  He said yes and asked me where I came from.  I proceeded to point to the opening in the woods.  He seemed to be following the pink survey flags up the mountain which I knew was wrong.  He continued to explain to me that he was in 3rd place overall and that nobody had passed him all day.  My gaze drifted to the woods on the other side of the open pipeline field where I spotted pink ribbons and a yellow blazed tree.  During the pre-race briefing, the race director had told us to follow the yellow blazed trees when in doubt of the course direction so I proceeded to the woods and justified my decision to the apparent 3rd place racer.   He agreed that this was probably the right direction and he sped off down the trail.

Paranoia started pacing through my head.  What if I had somehow gotten off course, missed the next aid station in which Josh was probably waiting for me, and then somehow gotten back onto course to the point where I was now near the 3rd place guy?  I feared I had somehow cut the course.  There was still nobody within eye sight ahead of me or behind me (with the exception of the “3rd place guy” who had just sped down the trail).  Every possible horrible situation was going through my head.  Was I the lost one?  Was I going the wrong way?  Why was I so close to the guy in 3rd place all of a sudden?

As paranoid thoughts continued to race through my head, I heard a loud “F@#!”.  Uh oh.  Before I could process what might have happened, the guy comes storming back up the trail yelling “I already went this way and now I’m lost and I need to find my way back to where I need to be”…….oh shoot.  All I knew is that I was going to continue on my way following the pink ribbons and the yellow blazed trees.  I hoped and prayed that I would catch up to someone in front of me soon so that I could figure out if I was still on the right part of the course.

After about another 1-1.5 miles, I finally spotted someone ahead of me power hiking.  I kindly asked him what his mileage was and he said about 16.5 miles.  THANK GOODNESS!  This matched the mileage on my watch and a huge feeling of relief overtook me.  I explained to the runner that I had come across a guy that was lost who was apparently in third.  I thanked him for easing my paranoia and continued on my way.

After about another mile, I reached the next aid station.  Although this aid station was supposed to be unmanned, a volunteer was there with water, Gatorade and a few snacks.  I grabbed another cup of Gatorade.  The woman who I had been running with back through the last two aid stations was stretching out her calf muscles.  I continued back onto the trail.  Three miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #5 (Apple Orchard) to Aid Station #6 (Hessel Gessel) – miles 17.5-20.5

I continued to run this section of the course alone.  It wasn’t nearly as hilly as the first half of the race and my legs felt relieved.  I knew that my drop bag would be waiting at the next aid station.  I also knew that Josh would be at this aid station along with several other spectators.

During the ascent in this section I attempted to eat part of my peanut butter and raisin wrap that had been effective in my previous 50k in 2016.  I took about four bites but I couldn’t quite stomach the rest.  It was too dry and it was taking me forever to chew.  I concluded that my race would be fueled off of Shot Bloks.

This section of the course wasn’t overly technical.  I was still focused on staying alert to keep my footing precise and efficient.  Towards the end of this three mile stretch, we were rewarded with a wide open fire road type area that was grassy.  This lead us right into the Hessel Gessel aid station.

22310643_10210859859438034_3305799624498574142_nI spotted Josh and he was taking pictures/video.  I was relieved to have reached this point.  It felt like the psychological half way point because I could re-stash my pack with fuel.  This aid station was manned with local cross country runners.  I added some more water to my hydration bladder.  Josh handed me another sleeve of Shot Bloks and I picked up two more Fig Newtons (thank goodness for Fig Newtons!) from the aid station.  I meandered back into the woods after receiving some more words of encouragement from Josh.  Five miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #6 (Hessel Gessel) to Aid Station #7 (Frying Pan)- miles 20.5-25.5

Immediately after leaving the aid station, I started off this stretch of the course with 3-4 men.  We navigated down about five huge boulders.  I settled in behind a man wearing Altra Timps and proceeded to have a conversation with him about the Timps.  After 50 feet later, the group of men and I realized we had just ran in a circle as we had returned back to the boulders.  We had made a right at the bottom of the boulders instead of a left.  I discovered this mistake, navigated back down the huge boulders for the second time within 3 minutes and made a left to follow the pink ribbons.  Oops.

The group of men followed me down the trail back to another wide dirt road.  We crossed the road onto another single track trailhead.  I let them go ahead of me knowing that if it was a descent that I would be slower than them.  We settled back into a nice pace.  I heard Josh drive by on the dirt road ahead honking his horn and cheering for me – it made me smile.

Eventually we reached another climb and I politely scooted by the group of men as they were power-hiking slower than my normal power-hiking speed.  I continued to power through the gradual uphill.

All the previous race recaps I read of the Green Monster 50k stated that the 2nd half of the course is more runnable than the 1st half.  I can affirm that this is the truth.  I did A LOT of running throughout mile 17 to the finish.  I still conserved energy by power-hiking the climbs but there were a lot of runnable, non-technical sections of this part of the course.  It was a relief!

This section of the course navigated through some muddy sections – probably from the rain from the previous night mixed with all the runners who had already came down the trail that day.  It was sloppy and my shoes were covered in mud but I continued moving in the forward direction.

The trail wandered through 3-4 stream crossings before the next road crossing.  I originally planned to keep my feet dry but there was no safe way to cross via rocks so I decided to splash through the streams instead.  It was more fun to do that anyway!

Josh met me at this aid station too and told me that I only had two more big climbs to go.  Uuuuggggggh, two more climbs?!!? My legs were shot at this point.  I crossed another wide but shallow creek and started on my second to last climb.  Three miles until the next aid station.

Aid Station #7 (Frying Pan) to final aid station #8 (Scotch Pine) – miles 25.5-28.5

I ascended the second to last climb.  My legs were exhausted.  It felt like it went on for at least 2 miles.  Up, up, up.  Eventually when I got to the top, I was rewarded with a lovely downhill which I took full advantage of.

This section of the course was simple:  go up the mountain, come back down the mountain.  I don’t remember too much about this section.  I just remember that the final 400-500 feet of this section was on a ridge of single track trail.  I could see the aid station down below but I had to follow the trail to get there.  I crossed another wide, shallow creek and Josh asked me how I felt.

My response was short and simple:  “I feel like I have 54 minutes to run the last 3.75 miles to the finish.”

My goal going into the race was 1) to finish and 2) to finish between 7 and 8 hours.  I knew I was going to be extremely close to the 8 hour mark.  I had 54 minutes to ascend another long climb, descend the mountain, and run the 1/2 mile of flat road to the finish.

22310128_10210859858878020_9133001567192680943_nI think I spent a total of 45 seconds at that last aid station.  I chugged one final cup of Gatorade and started up, once again, another climb.  3.75 miles until the finish line.

Final aid station #8 (Scotch Pine) to the finish line – miles 28.5-32.2ish

I left the aid station saying to Josh, “I need to book it”.  I needed to book it all the way up this final climb.  Then I needed to book it all the way back down to the finish.  54 minutes.

I power-hiked for at least one mile up the final climb.  I felt like I was a woman on a mission.  Actually, I know I was a woman on a mission.  Even when the trail continued upwards, I got to a point where it was a runnable uphill.  I wasn’t moving fast but I was moving faster than I would have been power-hiking it.

I passed the man that had been lost way back at mile 15 as he was power-hiking.  I kept pushing myself to keep up a “brisk” pace up this final climb.  I was slightly panick-y knowing that I was going to be extremely close to that 8 hour mark.

I finally made it the top of the final climb and I expended all of my remaining energy on that final descent down the mountain.  I was hyper-focused on making it safely down the mountain in a fast and efficient manner.  I made sure I was putting my feet in the right places to avoid any unneeded ankle twisting.  I kept my eyes peeled for pink ribbons.  Now was not the time to get off course.  I have never ran so fast down a mountain ever before in my life.  Pure adrenaline is what made me forget how sore I was being 31 and 32 miles into the race.  I needed to keep running and I needed to keep running fast.

After what felt like 5 miles, I finally made it the end of the trail head.  The trail put me out onto the side yard of a Wellsboro resident.  As he sat on his porch, I quickly asked him where to go.  He told me to go down the road.

I made that final turn onto the road and I could see the finishing area.  I was running so fast down this road and I was terrified to look at my watch.  I hadn’t looked at my watch since leaving the final aid station because I was too fearful to see how much time I had remaining.

I was getting closer and closer to the finishing area and spectators were sporadically spread out along the dirt road cheering, clapping, and ringing cow bells. I finally got within eyesight of the finishing clock and I could read that it said 7:57.  I knew I was going to be under 8 hours and a huge smile came across my face.  I heard Josh cheering me on!  It was such a great feeling knowing I had accomplished my goal of finishing under 8 hours.

22308946_10210859860118051_2116784813890531647_nI officially crossed the line in 7:58:08.  I was handed a medal by a friendly race volunteer.  Josh walked over to me and offered me a congratulations.  All I could muster up was “I have never ran so fast down a mountain before ever in my life”.  I made it!

Sunday – Post-Race Happenings

Josh guided me over to a table and chairs underneath a pavilion.  He handed me a Gatorade and proceeded to exchange stories about our day.  We eventually walked back into the open area to sit in the warmth of the sunshine.  Josh had a beer from the local brewery that was offering beers.  I just wanted to sit and not move another muscle.

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After slowing hobbling back to the Jeep, I changed out of my sweat-drenched clothes and soaked shoes.  I shared a few brownies with Josh.  I craved pizza so we researched local pizza places we could pick up a pizza from.  None of Wellsboro’s local pizza shops were open on a Sunday afternoon so we opted for a medium cheese Pizza Hut pizza.  We drove back to the campground and immediately opened the box of pizza.  I devoured four slices.  Yum!

I was asleep by 9:30 PM that night.  My legs were exhausted.  My body was tired.  I was ready for sleep, the sleep that I earned!

My Race Review:

Would I race this again?:  Maybe.  The 4.5 hour drive to the race makes for a long weekend of driving but the course is beautiful, the race atmosphere is perfect, the course is well-marked, and aid stations are fully stocked with ultra runner favorites.

How would you review Green Monster Trail Challenge as a challenge?:  Yes, the 50k is a challenge.  For those of you who have done Hyner, I warn you that Green Monster is by far a lot more technical.  The trails are rocky, rooty, and steep.  The course hits you with ascent-descent, ascent-descent, so there’s really not many flat sections of the course.  If you’re looking for a well-groomed race, do Hyner.  If you want more of a challenge in the technical area of ultra races, do Green Monster.

How would you review the post-race celebration?:  There’s free beer, free BBQ, and a table of snacks/drinks.  Although I am not a beer drinker and I’m a vegetarian, I thought the post-race celebration was perfect as it was low-key and relaxing after a long day in the mountains.  There were plenty of places to sit and enjoy the afternoon as other racers were finishing.

My Race Statistics:

Official Time:  7:58:08

10th overall female finisher

39th overall finisher of 79 (I’m a middle-of-the-pack kinda girl!)

1st place age group 20-29

Garmin distance:  32.4 miles

Average pace: 14:46/mile

Garmin elevation:  7,000 feet of gain/loss (advertised as 7800 feet, but at that point, what’s another +/- 800 feet?)

Mile split for mile 31:  9:50

Mile split for mile 32:  8:55

Total Steps:  72,175

Fuel:  8 shotbloks, 3 Fig Newtons, 8 small cups of Gatorade, and A LOT of water

Thank you, Josh, for supporting me through three months of training.  Thank you for being my chauffeur to and from the race.  Thank you for meeting me at so many aid stations when you knew I would only be there for a few minutes before disappearing back into the woods.  Thank you for buying me a pizza – my favorite post-long-run food.  Thank you for being the best supporter I could ever ask for.

And, Green Monster, thank you for a challenge.  Thank you for a wonderful day in the mountains, on these trails, and through the woods.  Thank you for forcing me to run down the mountain at sub-10 minute pace when I’ve already ran 30 miles.  Thank you for pushing me and making me a stronger runner.

For now I will rest and recover and relive the race through the stories I can tell and the lessons I can share.

What a race.

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Nobody ever said training for an ultra would be easy…

Nobody ever said training for an ultra would be easy…

14 days until race day.  Fourteen days.  I’ve put in 10 hard weeks of summer training and here I am now just a mere two weeks away from 2017’s Green Monster 50k.  It wasn’t until the end of week 9 when training caught up to my body.  I’m not injured.  I’m not sick.  I’m not mentally defeated.  Simply put, I’m just tired.

Last week’s 20 mile training trail run took a lot of physical strength.  It was an unusually hot day for mid-September (low 80s by 10 AM).  The humidity was at 100%.  I was rationing the water in my Ultimate Direction Ultra Vesta.  It took me a long 4 hours and 25 minutes to log 20 miles with 3,005 feet of elevation gain/loss.  To put that into perspective, I ran the Philly Marathon last November in 3 hours and 45 minutes.  I covered 6.2 fewer miles and ran for 40 minutes longer.  Yes, I was on hilly, technical, and tough trails compared to the smooth and relatively flat roads of Philadelphia but it just takes a lot out of a runner’s reserves to exert that much energy in a training run.

This past week was relatively uneventful until Friday when everything finally caught up to me.  I hadn’t had a legitimate rest day for nearly 24 days.  In those three weeks, I had logged 48, 50.5, and 54.7 mile weeks, in that respective order. Six of those 24 days, I had ran twice in one day.  Two weekends ago, I ran an 18 mile long run followed by a 10.8 mile day the next day.  I had logged nearly 60 miles on my bikes in those 24 days (which is actually extremely low compared to logging 60 miles per week during the summer months).  I’m not listing all of these numbers to brag – that’s the last thing I am trying to do.  I’m not listing all these numbers expecting pity.  Every single one of those miles I logged were 100% my choice.  I was feeling great.  I was feeling strong.  I was feeling like I was preparing myself fully for my upcoming race.  But….it took my body 24 days to react to the amount of exhaustion I was putting my body through.

On this previously mentioned “eventful Friday”, I completed a 3.1 mile walk/run with one of my clients at 8:30 AM.  Then at 1 PM, I completed a 4.5 mile Fartlek workout with two of my other clients.  Then at 3:30 PM, I ran a short 2.6 mile recovery run with one of the cross country runners I coach.  After that, I went to my local town’s 4th Friday event and worked there until 9 PM.  Friday afternoon I still had it set in my head that I would be completing my last long-ish run during the upcoming weekend (15 miles of rolling hills rather than torturing my body with another 3000 feet of elevation gain/loss).  After that long run, I would start to taper.

Fast forward to Friday night.  My body was physically exhausted and my mind was trying to fight back – trying to convince me that I needed to get in my last long run before tapering.  My mind was wrong, my body was right.  Another long run would exhaust me even more.  It would snag up my energy stores again. I wouldn’t be resting my body.  I would be torturing it.  So do you know what I did this weekend instead?  I rested.  I ran one mile yesterday with the women’s cross country team during their warm-up.  I ate a slice of pizza at the mall.  I went to a BBQ and had chips and salsa, cake, and cannoli dip.  Today I stayed off my feet.  I went for a no-pressure bike ride with Josh.  I watched the Eagles game.  I’m not running tonight.

Tomorrow I officially start my taper.  The 15 mile run I thought I “needed “to run has no place in the remaining two weeks of my training plan.  Regardless of if I had ran 15 miles this weekend or not, I still have a 50k to race in fourteen days. I’d rather be energetic and well-rested for this race than exhausted and broken down.

I don’t regret not running this weekend.  I know that I won’t finish my 50k and wish that I had really put in those extra 15 miles.  Sometimes training for an ultra takes guts, sometimes it takes determination, sometimes it takes perseverance, but most times it takes smarts and respect for your own body. The human body is an amazing thing.  It allows us to do things that we sometimes can’t even imagine.  Because it’s so amazing, we need to care for it, we need to listen to it, and we need to know when enough is enough.

Training for an ultra is humbling.  It’s rewarding.  It’s joyful.  It’s tough.  It’s mentally challenging just as much as it’s physically challenging.  Nobody every said that training for an ultra is easy, but I can tell you that it’s always worth it at the finish line – no matter what you did to get there.

 

 

Race Recap: Hyner View Trail Challenge 25k

Race Recap: Hyner View Trail Challenge 25k

Last year, I attended the Hyner View Trail Challenge merely as a guest to cheer on my dad and a bunch of friends as they raced through the mountains. However, exactly 9 days ago, I finished my first ever Hyner 25k.  I crossed the finish line with a huge smile on my face and a new sense of accomplishment for a race that one year ago I was terrified to sign up for.  This race boosted my confidence, gave me a new appreciation for the trail running community, and left me on a runner’s high for days after I had crossed the finish line.   Let me begin this recap the day before the race so all you readers can get the full digitalized Hyner experience.

Friday morning Josh and I prepared to leave for Hyner.  We loaded up my brother’s truck with our camping gear, food for the weekend, the basic necessities for personal hygiene, and layers of clothes.  (side note: we were driving my brother’s truck up to Hyner because Josh’s Jeep desperately needed a mechanic’s attention and my little ‘ol Rav 4 just can’t handle mountainous hills anymore)  We left Josh’s house a little after 10 AM, made a few stops on our way out of New Jersey (we checked to make sure my Altra Lone Peaks were packed in the truck three times before we left the roads of NJ), and before we knew it we were headed straight down the PA Turnpike towards the mountains.

After stopping at the Wawa before Route 80, we continued on our way towards Lock Haven.  Miles and miles later, we arrived in Lock Haven.  This would be the last town of cell phone reception for me (thanks, AT&T) but I wasn’t complaining because I was more than ready to be completely disconnected for the next 2.5 days.  After a scenic drive, we arrived at the airfield where we met up with our friend (Chad) who was already setting up his camp.  We pitched our tent, set out our camping chairs and prepared for a fun-filled weekend completely immersed in the trail running community.

We picked up our bibs and race packets, scoped out the “Run PA” gear, and returned to our camp.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the set-up of the temporary race weekend “campground”, let it be known, that these “campsites” are primitive.  There is no running water and no flushing toilets. Most of the men (and some of the women I suppose) opt to utilize the woods as their bathroom instead of wandering up to the “modernized” port-a-potties (*yuck!*).  Regardless of the toilet situation (or lack there of), I was perfectly content in my weekend getaway home.

Soon after picking up our race packets, we all took a 5 minute drive down the road to North Bend United Methodist Church that was hosting a spaghetti dinner for the racers and the community.  Last year we had visited this dinner and were pleasantly surprised by the large portion sizes (carbs!!) and dinner services.  This year was no different.  For a small monetary donation of your personal discretion, the three of us got full plates of spaghetti (with or without meatballs – thank you for appreciating us vegetarians!), side salads, bread, and dessert.  We consumed our carbs for the night and returned back to camp with full stomachs and pure focus for the race the next morning.

Shortly after we arrived back at camp, two more friends joined our camping area.  We socialized with some of our camping neighbors and talked about running (surprise, surprise, right?).  We decided to go to sleep a little after 9 o’clock but some of our other neighbors were still up enjoying the cool, crisp night.  I wasn’t bothered by the noise however, and soon I fell asleep.

I was woken the next morning around 6 AM by the sound of car doors slamming and people talking.  Although most of our camping neighbors and friends were sleeping, other racers were beginning to filter into the airfield to pick up their race bibs and packets.  Although, I was hesitant to leave my warm sleeping bag, I knew I needed to get up and start moving.

I ate my normal pre-race breakfast (peanut butter and banana on bread) and gathered my race gear.  Because Josh was driving the truck up to the top of Hyner View, I needed to make sure I had everything out of the truck that I needed for the race before he drove away.

The 50k racers started at 8 AM so Josh and I waited at the start of the bridge for our 50k friends to run by.  After they ran by, Josh and I returned to our camping area.  I double and triple checked that I had everything that I needed and then Josh drove away.  He needed to drive up to the top of Hyner View to cheer on our 50k friends at the top.

After he left, I used the oh-so-“clean” port-a-potties one last time.  As I was waiting in the very long line (apparently everyone wanted to see what the inside of the port-a-potties looked like…) I could see little silhouettes of the 50k racers up on the ridge on the mountain.  I tried to be excited that I would be trudging up there in less than an hour, but part of me was really nervous.  I knew what kind of pain I was going to be in climbing up Humble Hill – I had ran/hiked up it for “fun” last year in order to see my dad/friends at the top of Hyner View.  I knew Humble Hill was going to hurt – I just forgot how MUCH it was going to hurt.

I made my way over to the start line 10 minutes before race start.  I found a spot somewhat close to the front of the crowd.  I had been warned and coached by many experienced Hyner racers that I needed to be towards the front of the crowd so I didn’t get stuck in the mass of people trying to filter onto a single track trail 1 mile into the race.  I also knew I had to go out fast….really fast.  The race started and a bunch of people got around me.  Luckily, I knew I would have the entire length of the long bridge and then some more time on the road to get around the majority of the crowd.  My first mile?  A 7:14.  I had gone out at 5k pace instead of 25k pace but I knew it had to be done.  I made it to the single track before 80% of the field did so I was able to ease myself onto the trail without any drama.

The single track lasts nearly a mile until you start ascending Humble Hill.  I was trying to maintain a moderate trail pace because I didn’t want to slow the people behind me down.  I think I kept up nicely with the flow of the race at that point. There was someone a few steps ahead of me and someone a few steps behind me. We were spaced out evenly.

Before I could think very much more about it, Humble Hill appeared.  We started ascending, and ascending, and ascending, and ascending.  I had done this hill once before but this time around it kicked my butt.  Instantly, my heart rate skyrocketed and my calf muscles burned.  I tried to push off my thighs for extra leverage but nothing was doing the trick.  The initial ascent of Humble Hill felt like an eternity.  People were passing me left and right and rightfully so.  They were pushing themselves.  They were embracing the pain and exhaustion.  They were beating that hill.  I on the other hand was being defeated.  I just couldn’t get myself together long enough to push through the incline.  I was doubting my every thought as to why I thought doing this race would be a good idea. Climbing up Humble Hill, I couldn’t even shake the thought of “how am I ever going to finish this entire race with how I’m feeling right now?”.  I tried my best to embrace the challenge, but the effects of running in flat southern NJ wasn’t really helping me get up the hill.  I kept reminding myself that Josh would be at the top.  Josh would be at the top ringing a cowbell and telling me that I looked strong.  After what felt like 45 minutes of powerhiking up the hill, I finally could hear the cheers from atop Hyner View.  The sound of the crowd at the top seemed close but there was still so much hill to go.  I focused on taking one step at a time.  The kind and patient man behind me told me to just keep stepping forward and that I was doing a great job – (I’m sorry I don’t know your name, kind and patient man, but I really appreciated your encouragement at that moment in time!).

We reached the top and I saw a drone hovering to my right.  The woman in front of me lifted her arms up as if she was trying to get its attention but I didn’t have the energy to do that.  I could hear the cowbell and then I heard Josh’s voice telling me to smile.  I forget if I did end up smiling for him – I was just really exhausted.  We rounded the wall and Josh was on the other side telling me that I did awesome.  He asked how I was feeling and I just told him “that was really hard”.  He proceeded to run beside me telling me that I did great and to continue to do great in the remaining 12 or so miles of the race.  I hoped I would be able to live up to his expectations.18121755_10209473015007790_8458574863806390915_o

I passed through the Hyner View aid station and grabbed a few sips of Gatorade.  Then, we began the descent.  It was a long descent with many switchbacks.  A lot of people passed me on the downhill but I wasn’t concerned. I let go of all my racing instincts and opted to just be out there to enjoy the race. I pulled off to the side of the trail when someone needed to pass. I didn’t want to slow anyone else’s race down with my cautious descending skills.  We reached the bottom of the hill after a few miles and the hill got extremely slick with mud.  I was afraid of sliding down the hill so I was extremely cautious.  I probably actually would’ve been faster if I would’ve just slid down on my butt. But because I wasn’t necessarily in a rush, I just took my time.

A hiker had warned everyone that the stream crossings of Johnson’s Run were high.  He told us to be careful.  I knew I would be careful because slippery rocks are another worry of mine.  Our first stream crossing was gifted with a two logs that had been put together to make a make-shift bridge.  The next 15-20 stream crossings (and I’m not exaggerating saying 15-20), however, were a free-for-all. It was impossible to keep my feet dry so I just trudged through each stream crossing with a purpose.  At some of the crossings, the water was up to my knee.  I just kept trudging.  Even when we weren’t necessarily crossing the stream, we were running up stream.  I swear we were running up waterfalls at certain points (but I’m probably just being dramatic).

Johnson’s Run was a good long portion of the race.  I was enjoying the scenery and the uphill wasn’t nearly as torturous as Humble Hill.  I was enjoying the entire experience of the race.  I forgot about the pain of Humble Hill and was just out there enjoying the day in the woods.  After some time, we approached the Johnson’s Run aid station.  This aid station had American flags leading up to it.  I enjoyed that nice sentimental touch to the aid station.  I grabbed another two or three swigs of Gatorade and continued on my way.

We descended again.  This time, I was feeling a little more confident in my descents.  The trail reminded me a lot like White Clay where I ran frequently last summer/fall.  There were a few instances where my momentum got the best of me but I didn’t trip at all so I was surviving just fine.  At the bottom of this hill, there were two men pointing which direction to go.  I made sure I was going the right way for the 25k racers.  We began yet another uphill.

I was getting used to powerhiking by this point of the race.  The hills just weren’t possible for my body to ascend at a running speed.  My little South Jersey calf muscles just weren’t ready for the Hyner, PA hills.  I knew this coming into the race so it wasn’t a surprise to me when the hills zapped all my energy and momentum.  I wasn’t mad.  I was just accepting of the fact that I needed to powerhike in order to finish this race.

Another racer came up behind me and  I asked him if he needed to go around me.  He said my pace was the exact same as his so he didn’t need to pass.  We got to talking about where we were from and if we’ve ever raced Hyner before. This racer was from Lock Haven and he had finished the 25k numerous times. He was pleasantly surprised to hear that I was from the flat part of New Jersey and was a first time Hyner racer.  He told me I was on pace for a sub-4 hour finish which he seemed to be impressed with.  I hadn’t been looking at my watch during the entire race because I wasn’t interested in my pace or how far I had left to run – I was just out there to enjoy the day.

I asked the racer if the hill we were ascending had a name.  I had a feeling it was SOB (named SOB rightfully so) but I was told that SOB was extremely steep.  All we were doing at that point was hiking up switchbacks.  He informed me that we were on the bottom portion of SOB.  He warned me of what was to come but I ensured him I already had been told what SOB was going to be like.

We continued upward and that’s when I saw the real SOB.  All the racers in front of me were at a crawling pace.  Mostly everyone had both hands out touching the ground in order to get up the hill.  Everyone was taking cautious steps in order to avoid slipping on the loose dirt beneath their feet.  The hill was probably only 200m in length but it was a long 200m.  My lungs were burning again.  My quads felt like they were lacking power to push myself up the hill.  My calf muscles ached.  Hello, SOB.

There were a few spectators waiting along the climb of SOB.  One of them mentioned that we only had 100 more vertical feet to climb.  The other was ensuring us that we were almost there.  I’m not exactly sure how these spectators were standing so nonchalantly on this extremely steep hill but that was probably just dramatic thoughts in my head at that time.  I remember yelling out “THIS IS RIDICULOUS” to anyone who may have been listening.  I also remember thinking that they should’ve just put a ladder on SOB so that we could ascend easier (I sound like such a wimp saying that now that I have actually survived the race).

SOB was the hill that I had nightmares about last year.  I kid you not, this hill gave me real life nightmares in my sleep.  I remember the nightmare vividly.  I was trying to get up the hill and I was physically unable to get to the top.  I was clawing my way up a grassy incline and just couldn’t dig my hands into the ground to pull myself up.  I was just stuck at the bottom of the hill with no physical strength to get to the top.

BACK TO REALITY THOUGH….I made it to the top.  The hill wasn’t like the nightmare I had last year.  With the encouragement of the man behind me that ascended the entire length of SOB (from the switchbacks to the tippy top), I made it to the top.  I’m sorry I did not get your name or bib number to thank you but I hope that maybe the “man from Lock Haven that had raced the 25k many times before and was very much impressed by my southern-New-Jersey-flat-lander-speed-in-the-mountains” gets to read this blog.  Thank you, SOB companion, for encouraging me all the way to the top.

At the top of SOB, we were all gifted an aid station.  I walked up to the aid station with my legs feeling like jello.  I took another cup of blue Gatorade, took a deep breath, and continued on my way towards the finish line.  I knew that SOB was the third and final climb of the race and that the course was “all down hill from here”.  There was an occasional mini uphill along the straight path after SOB but nothing overly strenuous compared to the other uphills in the race.

I was thrilled at this moment in the race.  So thrilled, that I was running with a huge smile across my face.  I had made it up every climb of the race.  All that was left to do was run downhill to the finish….the finish line that was probably still about 3-4 miles away.

I was enjoying myself.  I knew what was ahead because I had ran down Huff’s Run last year after spectating at the top of Hyner View.  Huff’s Run was fun. Huff’s Run was downhill.  Huff’s Run got you that much closer to the finish line.

Because I’m a slower-than-average downhill runner, everyone started passing me again.  I kindly let people go by me knowing that I didn’t want to slow down their progress to the finish line.  The 1st place 50k racer passed me about half way down Huff’s Run.  Honestly, I had been hoping to hold the 50k’ers off until at least the road, but they are just too fast!  Clayton Bouchard, the winner of the 50k, passed me with such ease that I was in awe of how quickly his feet were effortlessly moving down the trail.  (We can thank Instagram for teaching me who Clayton Bouchard is – I’ve been following his Instagram account since last year’s Hyner – I’m not creepy I swear!).  Another 50k racer passed me on Huff’s Run too….those mountain runners are fast!

We finally reached the road which left about one mile remaining of the race.  I tried to increase my turnover now that I was on the road, but my quads were shot from the descents.

We crossed the bridge again and then I learned about the infamous “eternal” bridge.  Although we had all crossed the same bridge at the start of the race, the bridge running in the opposite direction felt 10x the length of the bridge from the beginning of the race.  Let it be known that….IT WAS THE SAME BRIDGE.  My run across the bridge took what seemed like forever!  By the time I got to the turn after the bridge, I felt exhausted.  People were cheering and clapping for all the racers.  It was a good feeling knowing how close to the finish line I was.

The finishing stretch hops back onto a trail.  Surprise, surprise….the trail goes uphill to the finish.  A short but steep uphill zapped my legs again – as if the other three climbs didn’t already do that.  I knew I was close because I could hear people cheering.  I powerhiked up the hill but once I got to the top I knew I had to run it in to the finish line.

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The final hill (PC: Robert Baguley)

I heard Josh before I saw him.  He told me I was doing an awesome job.  I rounded the final turn and saw the finish line.  Josh was running about 20 feet to my right through the leaves and brush still cheering for me (extra points for him for doing that!).  I crossed the finish line and knew I had left all my energy out on the course.  I was handed the famous Hyner hat.  I found Josh in the crowd and then instantly told him that I just wanted to sit down.

We sat down in the grass and I briefly reviewed the race with him.  Soon he told me to get up and I knew I needed to get out of my sweaty clothes before my body temperature started to drop.  I got changed into dry, warm clothes and Josh had checked the results sheet.  My official finishing time was 3:54:16.  I had finished 188th out of 850 finishers.   I was extremely content with a sub-4 hour finish.  I had met both of my goals.  #1: I had finished the race.  #2:  I had finished as close to 4 hours as possible.  I was now officially a Hyner 25k finisher!

The post-race party at Hyner is unlike any other post-race gathering I’ve experienced.  There’s free food to choose from (my go-to choice was 2 slices of pizza).  There’s free beer to choose from (not my thing but everyone else takes advantage of it).  There’s cupcakes.  There’s BBQ (also not my thing considering I’m a vegetarian).  And of course…there’s good company!

I grabbed 2 slices of pizza and then Josh and I went back to the finishing area to wait for our other friends to finish.  While waiting we saw people of all ages finishing their races.   We cheered everyone on as we anxiously waited for our friends.  We heard other race stories and shared our thoughts and opinions during certain parts of the race.  We were just a bunch of trail runners hanging out.

After our friends finished, we found a comfy spot in the grass to discuss the race.  We ate food and some drank beer.  My shoes were still soaked at this point from splashing through the streams but I was content.  I felt accomplished.  I felt like I had achieved my goals in their entirety and got more out of it the race than I ever thought possible.

We returned to our camping area and settled in for the remainder of the afternoon. People were filtering in and out of the airfield as their race was over. A lot of people went home but there was still a good handful of people that stuck around for another night of camping.  So many stars were out in the sky and the night was crisp.  It was a good way to end a long day on the trails.

So Hyner….Hyner is challenging.  Hyner is breathtaking (literally).  Hyner is inspirational.  Hyner is one big trail running community out for a run through the woods on a Saturday morning.  Hyner is what you make of it.  You can race it.  You can run it.  You can hike it.  Make it your own experience.  Most importantly, ENJOY your experience.  Not everyone’s race will be the same. That’s what makes it so special.

One year ago I was just a spectator at the top of Hyner View not fully understanding the challenges of the course.  I was the runner stuck between a transition from road running to trail running. I was afraid of something that would challenge me beyond anything I could imagine.

It took me one year to find the confidence to trail race to the capacity of Hyner. It took a year of going out with Josh to the trails and trudging along through the woods at a slower pace.  It took a winter of occasional nighttime hill repeats to make me feel like I could climb up mountains.  It took overcoming doubt in my mind.  It took patience.  It took effort.

But simply, it took my love and adoration for the trails to just go out there and enjoy it.  My trail racing days are just beginning.  Trail running takes patience. Races like Hyner take a lot out of you physically but give you a lot of strength mentally.  Don’t be the person that shies away from their goals.  Push your limits and just keep moving forward.

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PC: Joe Azze and Mountain Peak Fitness

 

 

Race Recap: XTERRA Brandywine Creek Trail 12k

Race Recap: XTERRA Brandywine Creek Trail 12k

This past Sunday, I ran my first race of 2017.  I hadn’t specifically trained for this race, I just integrated it into my training for the Hyner 25k – my real focus of 2017.  Here is my race recap of a greatly organized, fun, and challenging trail race I recommend to all my trail running friends!

The alarm clock woke me up at 5:30 AM on Sunday morning.  The instant the alarm started beeping, I became mentally unprepared.  It was the morning of Daylight Savings so I had lost an hour of sleep despite going to bed relatively early the night before.  I was lying in bed, underneath a warm blanket, with my face smashed into a pillow wondering why anyone in the entire world would want to schedule a race for the morning of daylight savings.  I also wondered why anyone in the entire world would want to sign up for a race on the morning of daylight savings.  What was I thinking back in December when I had signed up for this?!?!  Nevertheless, I grumpily forced myself out of bed.

The morning’s temperature was a brisk 19 degrees when I woke up.  By 8 AM, at race start, it was predicted to be a much “warmer” 23 degrees.  This is also probably a factor that played in to the fact that I was completely mentally checked out of the race.  My brain was telling me to stay inside, to stay warm, and to go back to bed.  I was not in a mood to race on that morning.  I wanted sleep and warmth.

But instead, thanks to Josh, I got myself ready.  I had my normal toast with peanut butter and banana for breakfast.  I put on my insulated tights, a high pair of Smart Wool socks, two Under Armour long sleeves, my Sneakers and Spokes long sleeve jersey, my lobster gloves, two ear warmers, and of course, my Altra Lone Peaks.  That would be my race apparel.  I layered up with my Sneakers & Spokes sweatshirt and my ski jacket as well, which I would shed right before the start of the race.

We headed out the door by 6:35 AM.  We made it to the race start by a little after 7 AM.  I picked up my race number and swag bag.  We discussed with the brave volunteers (kudos to you all for willingly standing out there in 20 degree weather!) that Josh needed to transfer his bib to my dad due to an unforeseen injury.  They luckily made that process quite easy!  I was planning on doing a 2 mile warm-up but the freezing temperatures kept me warmly inside Josh’s Jeep instead during the minutes leading up to the race start.  I managed to get in 0.80 miles of a warm-up with my dad wearing my ski jacket.  I was just too cold to shed layers.

Most of the racers remained in their warm cars leading up to the race start.  I only saw a few racers attempting to get in a warm-up.  By 7:55 a lot of the racers began to meander towards the unofficial starting line.  We simply lined up at the top of the hill.  I inched toward the front of the crowd so I didn’t have to spend my energy trying to navigate through people.  We started the race a little after 8 AM since racers were still slowly meandering towards the start.  I just wanted to get running so that I could get warmer.  Josh and my mom stood to the side bundled up in their jackets.  I was grateful for them coming out to stand in the cold to watch us run down the hill and into the woods.  Trail races typically aren’t very spectator friendly.  The race director yelled “ready, set, go” while standing on top of a brick wall.  And before I really had time to process that the race was actually starting, we were all pounding down the hill and running towards the woods.

After the downhill, we made a left into a double-track trail.  I remember seeing one woman in front of me.  I hoped to keep her in my sights the whole time. The first mile was mostly downhill and flat so we all started out very fast.  I eventually caught up to the woman on one of the smaller, more gradual uphills.  I knew I had an advantage on these hills and I knew the hills that were coming up in the race.  Josh and I had done many nights of hill repeats on these hills.  I knew what to expect in the next 7 miles of the race. I passed the woman and I became the lead woman in the race.   I wondered how much longer it would be until another woman came up behind me.

We crossed the Brandywine Creek and started up a climb that Josh and I call “the unknown trail”.  I’ve done this hill many of times and it’s a tough one.  I had promised Josh that I would not walk or powerhike any of the hills during the race.  Not only was I racing for myself, I was also racing for him.  I tried my best to “speedily” get up the hill but my “speedy” on hills can sometimes be slower than a powerhike.  But nevertheless, I kept my running form the entire way up the hill.  A woman came up behind me (that didn’t take long) and asked to pass me on the left.  I willingly allowed her to.  We began our descent down “the unknown trail”.  Next, we would be ascending Rocky Run.

After about another half mile, we crossed a stream which lead us directly into the uphill of Rocky Run.  They had kindly strung a rope across the stream to make crossing easier, but I had stupid-ly crossed on the wrong side of the rope which then required me to step over the rope when I got to the other side of the stream.  Stupid me.  We then immediately began our ascent of Rocky Run.  I had run up this hill many of times before too so I knew exactly what kind of pain my legs and lungs would be feeling.  A lot of racers around me broke their running form and started power hiking but  I tried my best to keep powering up the hill.  When I finally got to the top, I took one big deep breath.  The trail would flatten out a little bit until we descended the other side of Rocky Run.

This is where Josh and my mom randomly appeared in the woods!  They were hiking towards me in attempt to see my ascend Rocky Run but I had beat them to it (I guess I was just running too fast for them to make it there in time!).  They cheered me on and Josh told me that Rocky Run was “just a little hill”.  Little was an understatement at that point.

Shortly after seeing them, we started the descent of Rocky Run.  I’ve been told by Josh that I am a strong downhill runner.  In that moment of time, I felt invincible going down that hill.  I passed a gentlemen that was being much more cautious than I was.  I was weaving from left to right on the trail in hopes of finding the best (and smoothest) line down the trail.  I was leaping from point to point.  I felt like I was flying!  I wasted no time going down Rocky Run and running that hill so many times in the past gave me a huge confidence boost during the race.

We crossed Brandywine Creek again and ran on singletrack for about another mile before being led to a fielded area.  On the singletrack, I tried my best to hold a faster-than-normal trail pace for me.  There were muddy spots on the trail and I tried my best to avoid getting my feet wet – my toes would’ve froze! – but I also didn’t slow down in the muddy parts; after all, I was in a race.

When we turned out of the singletrack and into the woods, we were instantly greeted by the sights of a very large hill.  I commented aloud, “oh my goodness”. The man behind me commented back but I don’t remember what he said exactly.  We ascended the hill.  The course leveled off, went downhill, then uphill again.  The last mile of the race became a gradual uphill that went on, and on, and on.  I had no idea where the finish line was or how much further I had to go – I refused to look at my watch the entire race.  I tried my best to just keep moving forward.  My body hurt and I felt exhausted.  We ascended one last final hill and were gifted a downhill to the finish.  I was so relieved!  I crossed the finish line as fast as I could and as strong as I could.  The clock read 1:06.  This, I was content with.

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When I finished, I was handed a medal but I was too cold and too sore to process it all.  I tried my best to walk past the pavilion so that I could find Josh and my parents.  Josh was holding my ski jacket (best boyfriend ever!) which I instantly put on.  My body hurt so bad.  They told me that they thought I might have finished as the 2nd female finisher – I agreed with them since I only remembered seeing the one woman pass me near the top of “the unknown trail”.  This made me happy!

After a brief talk with my parents and Josh, I told them I needed to go get on dry clothes so I wouldn’t freeze in my own sweat (sorry for the gross image of that happening).  I slowly walked towards Josh’s Jeep while clinging to his arm, hoping to steal some of his body heat.  I got in the Jeep and exchanged my race shirts for dry shirts and a sweatshirt.

We walked back the finish area hoping they might have the awards ceremony soon.  The race director eventually announced that due to the frigid temperatures their computer systems had basically froze so they weren’t able to host the awards ceremony without seeing the official results. I was bummed that I wouldn’t get to be announced as the 2nd place female finisher, but I also was content because I wanted to go get a hot shower and just lie in bed.  The race director announced that awards would be mailed instead.

When we got back to Josh’s I took a hot shower.  I had no appetite, my body ached, and I was still cold.  I turned down scrambled eggs that Josh had cooked as a 2nd breakfast.  I just wanted to take a nap.  So by 11 AM, I was laying in bed wrapped in a blanket.  I didn’t move a single muscle.  I eventually fell asleep for about 2 hours.  Josh continued with his day and did things around the house but I was so ache-y that I just needed to stay still.

Eventually I forced myself to eat a piece of toast and real food later on. Due to losing an hour of sleep, being freezing cold for 2-3 hours in the morning and racing a challenging course, my body felt broken.

It took me some time to recover that day, but I looked back on it and was very happy with my race. It was a great course – about 100 feet of gain per mile which is pretty challenging for a trail race in Delaware – with some great ascents and descents.  It’s exciting to see my name in the top 3 female finishers.  This is the first time I’ve ever seen that.  My average pace (8:53/mile) was the fastest I’ve ever averaged at a run through the trails of Brandywine.  All of these factors combined have boosted my confidence a little bit for Hyner in a little over a month.  I know I’m not the fastest trail runner, but I know my strengths and weaknesses on the trail.  I feel strong, I feel more confident, and I feel like I’m getting more and more prepared for all the trail races ahead of me.

Huge shoutout to the race director of such a great race and all the volunteers who stood out in the freezing temps on a Sunday morning.  Shoutout to my dad for placing 15th overall and 2nd in his age group.  Shoutout to my mom for supporting me and my dad always in our races – no matter the temperature. And lastly, shoutout to Josh:  for pushing me to do hill repeats to make me a stronger runner, for supporting me always despite my complaints, fears, and doubts, and for bringing my jacket to the finish of the race knowing that I would be shivering uncontrollably without it – thanks for being my best friend!

Onward and upward to Hyner!

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What I crave…

What I crave…

This past weekend, I was lucky enough to travel to Phoenicia, NY with Josh, my wonderful boyfriend, to support him during his Cats Tail Trail Marathon (actual length as advertised on the website is 26.5 miles) through the Catskills.  We met some trail running friends who were also racing which made the weekend exceptionally entertaining.  Not only did Josh do absolutely amazing during his race (finishing 13th of 89 finishers – don’t mind my bragging!), I was reminded of how truly enticing the trail running community is to me.

I spent this past summer craving trails.  I got out to the trails as much as I could but I always craved more.  I became increasingly intrigued by Appalachian thru-hikers following more and more Instagram accounts of SOBO and NOBO AT hikers.  I craved the serenity of the trails.  I craved dirt beneath my Altras.  Oddly enough, maybe I even craved the hills that torture my muscles (…maybe).  But mostly, I craved other trail runners.

I was reminded of this as I stood shivering at the base of a 5 mile ascent with my cowbell in hand at 6:55 AM.  I patiently waited for Josh to start the race at 7:05 AM.  The first wave of 15 runners went by me and I pleasantly greeted them with a “good morning” and wished them a sincere good luck knowing the next 26.5 miles would be tough ones.  Most of them acknowledged my existence and exchanged warm thank yous for cheering them on so early in the morning. The second wave of 15 avid trail runners came by next and Josh was in the front of the pack.  I wished him good luck as he began his ascent and traverse through the Catskills.  I wouldn’t see him until mile 9.5 and I internally wished him safe travels.

With a few more waves of runners to be sent on their way, I made the short walk up to the starting line where I met a few of our other trail running friends as they waited for their wave to start.  The lax atmosphere at the start of the race captivated me.  For years now, I’ve stood on many starting lines surrounded by anxious runners hopping up and down, checking their pulses repetitively, and stretching out one more time before they’re sent on down the road to pound out speedy miles.  But there, on that brisk October morning, the runners stood relaxed, talking  and joking with each other, and re-tightening their Ultimate Direction, Gregory, or Orange Mud packs.  Everyone knew the next 26.5 miles would separate the men from the boys and the women from the girls.  The trail would do what it does best – challenge every runner mentally, physically, and emotionally.

Again, this is what I crave.  I yearn for the moments where I can step up to a starting line and know that the trail will control the result of my race.  I want to be surrounded by people on a starting line who truly enjoy the swaying of the trees, the silence of the woods, the dampness of the rain sprinkles falling from the clouds, and the dirt caked on their shins.  I don’t find that feeling on the start of a road race.  Instead I find tense feelings and minimal human interaction.  I find people ready to pound their feet on hard pavement instead of loose dirt.  I find people who would rather stand in silence and not make eye contact than someone who is willing to extend a pat on the back and exchange a heartfelt good luck.

As I stood patiently anxiously at the 2nd aid station, waiting for Josh and our friends to come through, I was once again surrounded by down-to-earth trail runners.  The moment a racer came through someone made sure to ask “what do you need?  Water?  Food? Do you have a drop bag?”.  Not only do aid stations become a source of fuel and water but they also become a welcoming place of encouragement and motivation to continue moving closer to that finish line.  I saw this time and time again as I witnessed all 89 racers come through the only car-accessible aid station of the race.  I was truly grateful to be standing at that aid station for most of my morning because I realized how special the trail running community was.

After a 25 minute drive from the aid station back to Phoenicia, I found myself once again waiting.  Waiting for the first finishers.  Waiting for Josh.  Just…waiting. The time keeper and finish line photographer didn’t hesitate to come over and talk to me.  We briefly discussed the difference between the trail running community and the road running community.  Of course we mutually agreed the trail running community is truly special.  They asked me who I was so patiently waiting for with my cowbell in hand.  I told them my boyfriend and our friends.  They expressed concern that I might get tired of waiting, but I assured them that I could spend hours and hours of every weekend engulfed in the trail running scene if I could.  I was in my happy place and I would wait all day for Josh to come towards that finish line.

The first two finishers appeared and at first glance I noticed from a far that they were running stride for stride.  I thought to myself “wow, this is a close finish!  I wonder which one is going to out sprint the other”.  That sentence right there, that my friends, (and I’m ashamed to admit it) is a classic road racer mindset.  I snapped out of it once I saw one of the men had dry blood caked on his face. My next thought?  “What kind of trouble did this guy get himself into out on that trail?!”  The men finished side by side, tying for 1st place.

As the nosy person that I am, I decided to eavesdrop on the conversation between the race director and the two men.  As the story goes, the leader of the race had accidentally ran into a low hanging branch with a sharp knob on it which pierced his scalp.  The 2nd place runner came down the trail and noticed a pool of blood had accumulated.  He followed the trail of blood and came across his wounded competitor basically bleeding out due to this severe injury, but still moving forward.  The 2nd place runner luckily had two extra winter hats to offer to his fellow trail runner to control the bleeding.  With 11 miles still remaining in the race, the 2nd place runner wanted to keep the fearless leader of the race safe and in his care.  They stuck out the last 11 miles together and crossed the finish line with an epic story to tell.

It was a small moment like that as I continued to patiently wait for Josh that showed me the strength of the trail running community.  One man halted his competitive spirit to help a fellow racer.  Out of true sportsmanship, despite probably training for months to compete strongly in this race, he slowed his pace towards the finish line for the health of another man.  I crave the selflessness like that of the trial running community.

Shortly after, Josh rounded the corner and came towards the finish.  I congratulated him and guided him towards the table of food waiting for him and the other racers to munch on.  I asked him questions about the course which he happily answered.  I offered him Gatorade, water, more food, and some arm warmers for added warmth.  We headed back out to the finishing stretch of the race to wait for the rest of our trail running entourage.  And again, we waited.

Josh and I finished that day reflecting on our own separate adventures.  He had travelled 26.5 miles through rugged trails and slippery rocks.  I had seen only bits and pieces of the race and what the racers were experiencing and it left me wanting more.  More time spent in the mountains, more time spent on the trails, more time spent surrounded by other trail runners.

Two days ago I signed up for the Hyner 25k in April 2017 (returning next year as a racer rather than a spectator like back in April of this year) and I’ve been energetically researching trail races to fill up my 2017 race calendar.  I want to step on a trail race starting line and feel excited about the challenge of the trails to come rather than anxious about my pace out on the course.  I crave the ache in my muscles from tough ascents and technical footing.  I crave the stories I’ll be able to share upon crossing the finish line.  I crave the exhaustion.  I crave the passion shared between trail runners.

Don’t get me wrong, I am excited for the two remaining races of 2016 – both of which are road races.  I plan on running both my half marathon in a week and a half and my marathon in late November as hard as I can.  I know that I will ache and I know that I will be mentally tested during these races; however, I can’t help but look forward to my unoffocial “official retirement” from road racing and transitioning fully into the trail scene.  Hyner will be my official debut race as a rugged trail runner.

My wanderlust and craving for trails is at an all time high.  I look forward to satisfying these cravings.  I look forward to the dirt, the potential blood, the leaves crunching beneath my feet, the hydration pack comfortably resting on my back, the congenial smiles of my competitors, and the yearning for a challenge.

Yes, we may all show up at a starting line on a brisk fall morning with competition coursing through our blood.  Competition is inevitable in the human spirit.  But once out on the trail, the trail will speak for itself.  The trail becomes your biggest competition rather than the runners ahead and behind you.  I want to compete with myself.  I want to compete with the trail.  That is what I truly crave.