I’m going to try something new with this race report…  Random Thoughts by Mile Marker.  Not that I can remember all the thoughts I had exactly when I had them, of course, but I’ll give it a whirl none-the-less.

Just a bit of background, or many of the thoughts might not make sense…  I had relatively good training for this marathon, up until about mid September, when many of my runs just started feeling a bit off — heavy legs, sluggish, etc.  So while my original stretch goal was a sub 3:15, and my main goal was a sub 3:20, I figured both of those were out of reach and I was ok with that…  I didn’t have great expectations going in, but I’m also experienced to know you might just have “one of those days” out of the blue, so I hadn’t given up!

Here’s the Garmin Elevation profile:

A few photos:

Check out this bib number!  I certainly didn’t have “The Answer” for R2B!

I never get blisters! Well, scratch never…  My “footpads” were on fire for about 45 minutes after the run…  I guess I was sliding a bit too much in the shoes on all that downhill.  But no blisters there and the burning subsided and was fine.

There is NO WAY I could have been this happy at mile 16 or so, where Shannon got this shot of me!!!

Here we are all at the finish… Jason rocked a 3:11 BQ for 3rd in the 40-44 age group and top 20 overall!  Kelly and Lauren came in around 4:50 and Heather came in at 5:30 after struggling a bit with digestion…

Post race thoughts:  I’ll be back!  Maybe not in 2013, but in 2014 or 2015.  A 3:20 is possible for me…  Assuming I train well and don’t have breathing issues.  🙂  And in two years I only need a 3:25 to BQ.  Though a 3:20 is still one of my running goals!

I’m already anticipating Uhwarrie 40 sign up later this week — hope I can get in!  So while my lower body is completely in pain, it’s not so bad I’m not thinking about what’s next!

I’m getting ready to head to the mountains to run the Ridge to Bridge marathon tomorrow, and I’m still just not feeling it.  Right now I’d rather sit on the couch and watch a movie tonight, but I signed up for this race a few months ago thinking how fast I could run a down hill marathon, so I’m committed and I’ll do it.  Here’s the profile:

At the time I thought that section from mile 5-14 looked really fast.  And then I ran 6.2 miles of it fast in July.  And it hurt.  A lot.  For days.  Quads were just toast.  I’m not really looking forward to that at all now.  

Anyway, I’m sure I’ll love it once I’m there — it is peak color season and I love the mountains.  But this has been a crazy week with a lack of sleep — Mom’s surgery, big blow up at work, car battery dying, and on and on.  (One bright spot — Kelly and I celebrated 25 years of dating with an excellent Dinner at Oakleaf in Pittsboro.)

As my running has not been great the past 4-6 weeks, it should be interesting.  I no longer have aspirations of a 3:15, or even a 3:20.  I will start with a decent pace, just in case I feel good, but I’m not worried if I need to back off to just enjoy it.  We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

So, I just started thinking back about my “top 3 runs” ever, at least in terms of performance, and not so much in terms of beauty.  I love mountain “runs” and the inherent beauty of them, even if it is a 15:00/mile pace, but that’s not what I’m thinking about here…

So, in order, here are my top 3 performing runs.

1)  Boston 2011:  This was actually a tough choice between this and number 2… But Boston is special, so I put it first.  I’m not even a road runner, and it is first — that’s how special Boston is!  I really went into that race without a lot of training, and went out way too fast, but it felt good and I held it an awfully long time.  I ended up running a marathon 17 minutes faster than I predicted!  And my sister beat me — as strange as it sounds, I was really happy for her because she had trained so hard.

2)  New Hope:  This one wasn’t even a race, but I ran so amazingly well — about 1 minute per mile faster than I’ve ever run at New Hope before or since.  Where does something like that come from?  It was not an easy run — I worked my butt off — but at the same time it was not a difficult run.  I was in some kind of zone… It was great!  Wish I could find that zone again in a race someday…  This was about two weeks after I had run the North Face 50 miler in GA, and for about a month after that race, I was flat out flying…

3) Uhwarrie 2012:  Uhwarrie 2011 was a struggle…  From the first climb, my legs felt tired, and I never could find a rhythm with my breathing.  But 2012 was different — I took nearly an hour off my time on this 40 miler.   I went out hard to get in front of the crowd on that first climb, and didn’t let up for a long time.  I felt like I was going too fast — nearly 1 minute per mile faster than planned, but it felt good, so I went with it… I did have a stretch from around mile 19 – 25 that was difficult, but I came out of mile 25 like a new runner.  Was it the Endorlytes?  Not sure, but I had never managed to “run” the Uhwarrie Walk of Shame, my nickname for mile 32-40.  But this time I did, nearly all of it.  And I came in under 8:00 hours.  I had always thought if I had a perfect run, I might break 8, yet even with the middle stretch where I struggled, I still managed it.  And I was barely sore and recovered quickly!  Quicker than any other ultra I’ve ever run.

So where will tomorrow fall?  I’ve not given up that by some miracle my running legs might show up tomorrow, but I’m not really expecting it either.  I’m sure I’ll have fun and it will be beautiful, and fun is what it’s all about.

David H. and I have been talking about this run for a while, and we were finally able to find a weekend when it worked for both of us.  The Art Loeb Trail is billed as “one of the longer and more difficult trails in the state, and it’s also one of the more popular.”  Thirty one miles of tough single track sounded like a nice little run…  🙂

On Friday I drove the four hours from home to meet David in Brevard at his brother’s house.  We had to have two cars as it is a point to point run, and we had no other way to shuttle from the start to finish.  We got a quick bite to eat at a local Mexican place, went through gear and food one last time, and hit the sack.  The alarms were set for 6:00, and at 6:15 when I didn’t hear anything from David’s room, I went to wake him.  A quick coffee and we were on the road.  We dropped my car at the trail head in Pisgah near Brevard, and drove 276 up and over the mountains to the trail head at the Daniel Boone Boy Scout Camp.

Here we are at the start:

The trail head and some random shots.  As you can see, much of the trail was very overgrown!  It was also not very well marked in some places.

Somewhere around mile 5 or 6, David had a sharp pain on his foot.  Turns out he had a blister that he didn’t even know about pop suddenly:

While he stopped to tape it, I thought I’d head on at a leisurely place until he caught me.  After about 30 minutes, I got worried, and headed back.  I ran a full mile back before I finally found him.  He had gotten off the trail at some point and had to bushwhack back up to the ridge!  This was the 1st sign of the “run gone bad.”  Now I had an additional 2 miles on top of the planned 31!

This next section was through Shinning Rock Wilderness:

This area was incredibly crowded, with tons of people picking blue berries, a few day hikers, and a few backpackers.  Turns out we were close to the Blue Ridge Parkway and there was a paved road and a parking area close by.  There was also a pretty rough forrest road, and we saw a couple cars make it over a pretty sketchy area.  The trail was not well marked here and we actually got off the main trail and found ourselves on the rough road at one point:

We eventually found ourselves in the parking area and had to run the paved road to get back on the Art Loeb and Mountains to Sea Trail, which at this point ran together.

More rough trail:

It was somewhere just past this that we went wrong…  David was a little ahead of me and stopped to wait at a trail junction.  There were signs for the Art Loeb and the Mountains to the Sea trail, but they were not clear at all.  We choose poorly, but did not figure it out for quite some time.  😦   The Mountains to the Sea is relatively new, and uses white circles as the blazes, while the Art Loeb uses white rectangles.  We did not know that at the time, or we would have realized our mistake much sooner!  Or if we had only had a map… The map we expected to be at David’s brother’s house were missing, and we did not have time to pick up another.  😦

As we were running along the wrong trail, we were talking about how the elevation profile did not match what we expected.  I’d never been on the trail and David had only been on it a year or more ago on a backpacking trip.  He expected a deep descent, a cross of the Blue Ridge, and then a quick climb up Pilot Mountain.  Instead we had a long gradual climb, which neither of us remembered.   (I had only looked at an elevation profile online…) We did eventually cross a road that we assumed was the Blue Ridge, but it was not labeled.

Somewhere along here David rolled his ankle pretty good.  

We reached a stream crossing where we decided to fill up on water:

As I was standing there with fresh water in my hydration bladder, I felt an incredibly sharp “pinching” on my right achilles…  Turns out a few bees were stinging me…  I’d feel one of the stings rub the back of my shoe just about every step for the remainder of the run.  😦  20+ more miles…

Here are a few shots from this area:

Somewhere along this point I was questioning David’s memory of the trail, and he was questioning my questions… He thought for sure we were still on the right trail, but I was beginning to have my doubts.  Then we saw a road that he did not expect to see, and he finally agreed with me!   At that point I pulled out my phone, checked the GPS, and we figured out we were pretty far from where we were supposed to be.

David saying “I have no idea where we are!”

At this point, we were so far off, we decided to bushwhack up to the road, knowing from the GPS it was the Blue Ridge.  Here’s the short 500 foot bushwhack.  Not too rough, all things considered.  I’ve had some considerably worse bushwhacks from back in my Adventure Racing and Orienteering days!

Once we got to the Blue Ridge we had to orient ourselves to figure out exactly where we were and where we had gone off track, and make a decision on how to proceed.  It looked like we could run the Blue Ridge about 3 miles east, and hit highway 215.   That looked to be a 10 – 12 mile downhill run back to our starting place and David’s car.  The alternative was to run the Blue Ridge 5 or 6 miles back to the Art Loeb, at which point we’d have a good 15-18 miles of single track left.  We really didn’t have the food or the lights to make it that far, so we opted to head back to the start.

At first I opened up some sub 9 minute miles on the newly paved 215, but my left knee started bugging me, and I was really worried about it being ITB, so I backed way off and walked a lot.

Oh, I forgot to mention, it started pouring on us.

This was a bit of a death march for me… Turns out it was about 16 miles of pavement.  Once I reached the flatter bottom, my L knee did not hurt so bad — but everything else did!  David ran ahead the whole way and his quads are now paying for it, while I feel pretty good.  🙂

There was a pretty nice waterfall along the way:

At some point on this road, I heard a gun shot.  And then another, and another, and then some semi-automatics opened up.  I was a little concerned that I might be running through a red-neck party gone bad, and they might not take to a lone runner that well.  I was picking up the pace to a sub 8:00 to get the heck out of there, when I saw this sign, and felt somewhat relieved:

Yet a minute later I saw this and realized that a shooting range may not be so safe afterall:

I struggled on a few miles until the sign for the Daniel Boone Boyscout Camp, and made it up that road about 2.5 miles just a half mile short of the car, when David finally came around to pick me up.  I wondered what had taken him so long!

Here’s a map of the run… Right where we turn west along the Blue Ridge, we were supposed to head steeply down and cross the road to continue on the Art Loeb…  Instead we headed a few miles west on the Mountains to the Sea, picked up the Blue Ridge, and then headed down 215…

And here’s the elevation…  That first 7 miles is quite the climb!  It was pretty hard to maintain anything better than a 20:00/mile pace there…

We were pretty exhausted, of course.  42 miles is a long long ways to go on foot.  🙂   We headed back over the mountain to pick up my car, and then went straight to dinner before showering as it was getting late and places to eat shut down in Brevard pretty early!

Quick Gear Review:

• Merrell Mix Master 2:  more ground feel, yet more protection than the Peregrine’s I’ve been doing most of my long trail runs in recently…  More flexible, so my feet have to work more.  The shoes were fine on the trails, but on the roads the left ITB started bugging me… Not sure if that was the shoes or not.
• Ultimate Direction Wasp:  I used a camel back bladder instead of the one that came with the Wasp, and the tube somehow rubbed my lower back pretty raw.  I did eventually turn it around, but too late!  The Wasp is a tiny bit too big for me, so it does bounce around, but it is the smallest they made at the time I got it…  I also used a handheld 20 oz bottle…
• Under Armour 7″ compression shorts prevent chaffing!  But the 200 body fit Icebreaker shirt really rubbed me raw in the arm pits.  😦 Seams are too big and I need to find a better shirt for the long stuff, I guess.  I also like the Teko socks I’ve been using…

Quick Food Review:

• I’m still mostly following a “train low, race high” strategy, in terms of carbs, and while this was not a race, I was treating it as one in terms of nutrition.  While I don’t go out of my way to eat low carb most of the time, when you cut out refined foods, a lot of the carbs disappear.  I’ll still eat a bit of white rice, sweet potatoes, and fruits in every day life, so I’m not that low carb.  I’ve not measured it recently so I can’t give a specific number, but probably 20-30% carbs at most.
• I’ve also done some fasted runs to work on the fat burning…
• Just before we started running I had two hard boiled eggs and pemmican.  Then an hour in our so I had another pemmican, and finally started sipping on some perpetuem maybe two hours in…
• After that it was a mix of:  jerky, one honey gel, one hammer gel, a few LARA bars, a few chocolate covered espresso beans…  And I think that is it.  So definitely some carbs there…
• I had packed nearly 3000 calories, but probably ate more like 1500 – 2000 (at most).  In the past I would shoot for 200-250 calories per hour, but this was more like 100-150 over the 11 hours.  So maybe the fat burning was working.  I never had any real stomach issues so the food choice worked pretty well.  (For the honey gel, I did eat it over 10 minutes and diluted with water, instead of all at once, as that has bothered me in the recent past.)

All in all a good run, but I do hope to go back and run the trail proper in the not too distance future…

I realized this May 2005 race report was not on the old 2sparrows site nor the blog, but on triangle-ar-team.com, so I’m just grabbing it and putting it here…  Wish there were some photos — it was a beautiful place!

It’s going to be a bit difficult to write a race report for this race, but I’ll give it my best shot. Only two teams out of over 20 finished ranked, due to various difficulties along the way, so that gives you some sense of what I mean.

Brian, Charlie, and I met in Cary to load gear and then pick up Brian’s dad Ken, who would support us solo. It was a tight fit — getting all the gear plus 4 people into the Durango , but we made it. Bruce had left the night before and luckily Brian had given him some camping gear, or we would not have fit! That year spent working at UPS loading trucks certainly paid off.

We met Bruce at the Seneca Rocks campground and checked in. We got the maps and passport around 6 p.m. and ran over to the local restaurant for a quick bite to eat while we looked over the many maps. There was one large map which covered most of the national forest, and then some smaller maps with more detail for certain sections. All of the CP’s had been pre-marked, so there really was no plotting for us to do.

We ran back to the camp site for the pre-race meeting at 7 p.m. Folks from Nelson rocks came in and covered the Via Ferrata (cool rock climb with permanent cables and rungs) was covered, and then the owner of the boat outfitter came up to cover the white water paddle section. The guy made it sound like we better walk ½ the paddle or we’d be in a lot of trouble! Eventually Brad Hunt, the director, came back, and we went over the rest of the course.

After the meeting, we went back to our tent site and assembled the necessary gear and went over strategy for various sections. Since there were many CP’s and TA’s, where we had unlimited access to our support, we didn’t really need to carry much between each section. We finally knocked off around 11 p.m. I did not have a sleeping bag, and spent much of the night tossing and turning from being cold, even though I had two fleeces on and tried to cover myself with a towel!

We awoke at 5 a.m. , broke down camp, made final preparations, and made our way to the 6 a.m. start, a short 10 minute walk away. There were some folks who had not filled out all the release forms completely, so we had to wait for that to be done, and we eventually started about 15 minutes late.

Start – Big Bend

The first leg was a 9 – 10 mile trek that went up through Roy Gap and down the other side. The beginning of the ascent was a road, but that eventually disappeared and we were left scrambling up some steep terrain. I was a bit slower than the rest of the team, and as I struggled I was wondering what I had gotten myself into! After being sick much of the spring and not training a whole lot, I was worried. But once we got to the top I was ok and we began to run down a trail and eventually a long gravel road. At one point, we decided to bushwhack instead of taking the long switch back, but it was quite thick and in the end, it didn’t buy us any time. Teams right behind us when we went in to the woods were still right behind us when we came out, and they took the roads! At the bottom, we ran into the river, and just ran/walked that road the 4 miles to Big Bend . We arrived shortly after 9 a.m.

White Water ( Big Bend to Eagle’s Nest Outfitters)

We had a quick transition, grabbed our boats, PFD’s, and paddles, and headed out. Charlie and I were in one boat and Bruce and Brian in the other. I was nervous as I don’t have much white water experience, but I quickly began to enjoy it as I found a rhythm. We had a hand drawn detailed map of the river that was designed to alert us to all the danger points, and as hand drawn maps go, we quickly found that the scale was sometimes quite deceptive.

We came around a turn to the 1st “walk point” at a waterfall, but the fall was so small we thought it was just another rapid. Charlie and I made it through with no problems, but Bruce and Brian took on some water on the 1 st drop, more on the 2 nd , and slowly sunk. Charlie and I paddled to the shore and threw a throw line out, and pulled them in. They quickly emptied the boat and we were on our way in just a couple of minutes.

The next section that was supposed to be tough was the dam. As we neared it, the current really picked up, and it was on a blind turn, so we pulled over. I hopped out to scout the dam, which was a couple of hundred yards ahead. By the time I got back to tell the guys it looked runable, they already had the boats out, so we just carried them past the dam and put back in.

The rest of the river wasn’t really memorable, other than the fact that the section labeled “Crash and Burn” was not obvious as we went through it – it was that easy and uneventful. At the end, we pulled out and carried the canoes through a large drainage pipe and to the outfitters. We arrived around 12:30 p.m. We had a fairly quick TA as we changed from boat to bikes and again headed out.

ENO – Kline’s Gap – Bear Rocks

We had several miles of paved, rolling roads, until we reached the next CP (CP3). Here, we were given the choice of taking roads to TA4 or taking the gap. We chose the gap as it was 1.5 Km or so, compared to several miles roads. The 1 st part of this was ridable down a gravel road, but we eventually reached a point where we could not ride. We had to make a river crossing, and on the other side the stinging nettle was out in force! All of us got hit pretty good, but I did not have the same allergic reaction I’ve had in the past.

After some rough bushwhacking, we made it to an unimproved road, which led us to a paved road. A couple miles on that, including a long climb (that I struggled on), and we reached the turn for Dolly Sods. The sign said 5 miles, and we immediately began a steep ascent. I quickly dropped off the pace, and eventually Charlie towed me for a while. Then Bruce fell off the pace, so Charlie towed him and I made it the rest of the way up. What a long, tough climb! I think it would rival L’Alp Duez – one of the most famous climbs in the Tour de France! We checked in and were the 6 th team, but one in front was unofficial, so we were currently in 5 th overall.

Bear Rocks – Timberline

At the top, we transitioned from bikes to foot for an 8 – 10 mile trek. Dolly Sods is quite interesting. It has similar characteristics as parts of Canada , even though it’s just less than 4000 ft. It did feel very “Alpine” to me. Another interesting thing is that there are unexploded World War II ordinances all over, so there are lots of warnings to not leave the trail. Finally, most of the hike was a bog! It was quite beautiful, though, and we enjoyed this section (other than the wet feet!).

We eventually neared the end, and I figured we were supposed to come down one of the ski slopes at Timberline since we were given a ski brochure that showed the runs. However, the trail kind of petered out, so we just began to bushwhack down on the ridge before the slopes. We came out in a neighborhood, and took the road down (other than one bushwhack where we cut out a switchback). We checked in, still in 5 th overall, and began to get ready for a long bike section. We had some Pizza that Ken had ordered, as well as ramen, etc. We loaded up on food and water and headed out at 8:15 p.m.

Timberline (TA5) – Gladwin (CP6) – Alpena(CP7)

We were told that CP6 was now unmanned, but that we still should go there and then continue on to CP7. It was all paved roads to CP6, though there were some small climbs and some fast descents. We did go slightly past CP6, but quickly turned back and found it.

From there, we were to take the Allegheny trail to CP7. The passport said to watch out for washouts and down trees – what an understatement! And this is where the race began to fall apart – not just for us, but for everyone.

A couple of miles in, a team was coming back saying the trail ended and they could not go on. We decided to press on, and eventually came to where the trail ended in a rushing river, next to a cliff face. After some scouting around and not finding anything, Charlie scrambled down into the water. Near the cliff, the current was not that strong, but further out, it was moving at a good clip. Charlie found the trail on the other side, so we handed bikes down to him one at a time, he moved them to the other side, and then each of us shimmied down the cliff and waded through.

On the far side, the trail continued again for about a mile before dead ending in the river. We scouted for a place to cross, but there was no way with the current like it was. After going back and forth for a while, we finally did find a blazed trail going up. And up, and up, and around. It was obvious this had not been maintained in some time, but we kept pushing – over and under trees, along steep slopes, with loose rocks, etc. At times we really thought we were going way out of the way, but at this point we were committed and it would have been crazy to turn back.

After a long time, the trail crossed the river, which was now a stream, at a safe location. But then we had more of the same on the other side – an un-maintained trail that was more of bushwhack than a hike, and riding was certainly out of the question for much of the way. Towards the end, we’d be able to ride 15 or 30 seconds at a time, and then have to scramble over a tree, etc. At one point, there was a down tree I thought I could ride under. But my pack caught me and I was literally stuck upright on my bike for a minute, until I could wiggle my way out!

We finally came to the end of the trail, to an improved road, and took that up to CP7. We arrived at 1:15 a.m. They were quite surprised to see us come from the direction we had, as no one else had come that way. Apparently, the top couple teams had gone in at CP6 but turned back, and told the race director it was not passable/too dangerous. So he shut down that section. But since we were already in it, that didn’t help us! At any rate, we had dropped from 5th to 12 th , which was somewhat demoralizing, since we had done the course as designed and no one else had.

Alpena – Wildell

The staff at CP7 assured us the ride would become much easier as we set out. Boy was that wrong! The Allegheny picked back up just past the CP, and it wasn’t too bad other than the mud for the first couple of miles. But it eventually got harder and harder to ride. At one point, we came up on 3 or 4 teams where the trail dead ended in the river. Brian and Bruce fell asleep, while I started to scout further up river, literally wading up and around a cliff. Meanwhile, Charlie had found the ridge line trail just before where all the racers were congregating/sleeping, and was trying to alert us without alerting everyone else. That didn’t work too well with Bruce and Brian asleep, and me wading up river, so another team did get the jump on us (but we passed them pretty quickly).

We eventually began hiking this trail, pushing the bikes up and up and on and on. From here, for about 5 or 6 miles, the trail was not very ridable. There were only a few sections where we could pedal a bit, before we’d have to stop to climb a tree, or get through some tough mud, etc. After a long time – about 1/3 of the way, we came to a paved road.

Here was another decision point that would affect the entire race. It was clear to us that the passport said to continue on the Allegheny. However, we found later that many teams elected to take the paved roads out, rather then continue pushing bikes along this hiking trail. But we kept pushing and pushing. For many hours! At one point, we did stop to take a 15 minute nap, and Charlie and I also had to refill our water with treated river water. I was also low on food, and had to bum some Fig Newtons off Bruce and Wheat Thins from Charlie.

We eventually came to a small town, and took some paved roads to the rail to trail road. We took that for about 4 miles to CP8, where we arrived at 12:15 p.m. – 11 hours after leaving CP7.

Wildell (CP8) – Camp Pocahontas (TA9)

It was now obvious that the race was somewhat in chaos. The 1 st place team had skipped the 2 nd 2/3rds of CP7-CP8, and many other teams had as well. We were told it took the top teams 4 hours to go from CP8 to TA9, but it was rails to trails and paved road most of the way. We didn’t have many options here since our crew was still at CP9 (where he had been waiting since 2 a.m. ), though some crews had come to CP8. Luckily for some of us, there was a team there that had stopped and was giving a way food. I grabbed some balance bars, cookies, crackers and cheese, Gatorade, etc. What a life-saver since I was out of food!

We made it from CP8 to TA9 in about 3 hours and 15 minutes. At this point, it was 3:30 p.m. , and we knew there was no way we could make it to CP10 by the 5:30 p.m. cut off. I was all for going on the 10 mile trek anyway, rather than stopping, but in the end, the guys convinced me there wasn’t really any point. What really changed my mind was the staff at CP9 really couldn’t help us. He hadn’t seen the race director in 8 hours, and had no idea if there’d even be anyone at CP10 when we’d arrive, or if there was a shorter course we could start, etc.

So we bagged it. We grabbed a couple of hotel rooms, showered, ate, and crashed. In the morning, we went to the Via Ferrata at Nelson rocks, and at least got to do that, which was quite fun.

Epilogue

Since then, this is what we’ve learned. Team Odyssey was given a 12 hour penalty for skipping much of CP7 – CP8, but they still got 1st . NADS was given a 6 hour penalty for using an alternate trail for much of CP7 – CP8, which was apparently much easier than what we did since they completed it in just 6 hours. They were 2nd . No other teams were ranked!

What we can proudly say is that we are the only team that completed the entire course as the passport specified to CP9. In the end, though, that was our undoing. A couple of other teams did the entire course except the section between CP6 and CP7 that was shut down, and I agree that was justified. While not overly dangerous, I’m not so sure having slower teams attempt the river/cliff crossing after dark would have been wise. I do think it added a couple of hours to our time, and we would have been much close to making the CP10 cut-off without that. All the teams that did the complete section between CP7 and CP8 missed the cut-off at CP10.

In addition, we left CP8 just before the RD started sending teams direct to CP10, which would have allowed us to continue on a shortened course. Since our crew was at CP9, and there was literally no communications between CPs, I’m not sure this would have helped us anyway.

It’s disappointing to us that the only teams that got ranked were only able to do so by skipping some of the toughest sections, and therefore they were able to make cut-offs that we could not. No matter how you look at it, the race became a bit of a ‘disaster’ in that sense, and nothing the RD could do would make everyone happy.

However, we still had a great time, and the area the race was held in was phenomenal. There is a ton of potential and with a few tweaks here and there, better communications, and some pre-selected alternate courses, this could be one of the best races on the east coast.

I first noticed this race while looking for a 3rd marathon for Kelly.  She ran Tobacco Road on March 18th, her 40th birthday, and just over four weeks later ran Boston (in the heat — 88F!).   I jokingly told her that she only needed one more to run in the next 60 days to be a Marathon Maniac, but she took it seriously!  So while I was looking around for runs she could do, I found the Black Mountain Monster, with both 12 hour and 24 hour solo versions, as well as relay categories.  For the 12 hour to count for her, she would have to run 50k, but alas, the format of running around a 3.1 mile loop 10 times was not enticing to her, and she choose to run the New River Marathon instead.

But I started thinking that the format would really suit me well…  I’ve not run past 50 miles in a race (the North Face 50 last year) before, nor past 13.5 hours (unsupported SCAR run)…  This was a chance for me to explore going beyond those distances and times in a “safe” (low pressure) way.  I.e. I’d never be more than 1.5 miles from my tent if I wanted to call it a day, whereas if you sign up for a 100k or 100 miler, you might just get a DNF and have to get a ride in from the course!  I also know from my Adventure Racing days that I do really well over night, and could just keep on moving…

I was able to convince David H to run with me.  Originally he was going to run the 12 hour night version to keep me company, but then decided he didn’t want to be too restricted and opted for the 24 hour run.  Heather didn’t take any convincing — I think she felt the same way as I did that this would be a good low-pressure way for her to test the ultra waters, as she had not run more than a marathon in the past.

I look the entire day off Friday and went to HRCA for the last day of school — field day!  I volunteered to help out, and tried to keep it easy, but when Zack introduced a “capture the straw” game, I went all out.  🙂   After that I went home and got all my gear ready to go… Here’s what it looked like in the driveway:

 
All that for one night of camping and 24 hours of running!!

We drove the 3+ hours to Black Mountain, and eventually found the right location on Montreat’s Black Mountain Campus to set up tents and gear…  We were one of the 1st groups there, so we got to pick our spot.   We weren’t exactly sure how the run would flow around the course in this “tent city,” but we chose a spot right on the edge of the course and set up.  Here’s my car camping tent — pops up like an umbrella!

Still pretty quiet, but that “V” would really fill up…

Later on the next morning, I’d be surrounded by many many tents!

After we got everything set up I wanted to get a few more things from the grocery store, so we went into town, got the necessary food items, and then we headed to one of my favorite pizza place, My Father’s Pizza.  When we got back to the race site, it was much busier…

We hung out chatting with a few of the other racers until about 10 p.m. when I decided to call it a night.  Overall, I slept ok, other than the VERY LOAD TRAINS!!!  Just beyond the yellow truck in the photo above is a small stream, then a grassy path (that was part of the course) and then a train track.  VERY LARGE AND LOUD trains went through several times.  The one at 3 a.m. must have  hit 120 dB.    Other than that, this is a great spot to camp for a race.

In the morning the camp area really started to fill up with canopies and tables and gear…  Several people we spoke to said they learned their lesson from the trains last year and decided to stay at a local hotel Friday night and set up camp for Saturday night, and there are a lot of locals that live close enough to make it in time for the 10 a.m. start.

Here’s the start:

At the last minute I decided to wear my bright red BACON socks… I’ve been holding off on wearing these until the right time, and felt like this was it…  As always, I had my Florida Coast to Coast buff on at the start, which I’ve had on in just about every big race I’ve done in the past several years….

My plan was to take it easy the 1st few loops.  I’d not seen the course and didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I was figuring something like 10:00 pace would be just about right assuming there weren’t any really big climbs.  And that is what I held for 1st two loops, or so.  I ran some of this with Bruce, who most of us thought would win, and some with David H, though eventually they both got some distance me.

The tutu girls, a 4 person female team, took this shot of me coming in to my tent and gear around mile 9:

It was right after this that I stopped and changed into regular socks and also from my Peregrine’s to my Kinvara 2’s.  I’d swap back to the Peregrine’s once, but they felt way to tight and short.  I had put on a pair of injinj toe socks over a pair of teko’s, so that was part of it.  But I discovered Sunday after the race that both feet had had an allergic reaction to something and were quite swollen….

There’s not much to report in a race like this — running the same 3.1 mile loop over and over…   I followed my strategy of taking it pretty easy, not staying long in the tent area, and just kept moving.  My fuel was a lot of things:  hammer perpetuem, coconut water, nuun, gatorade, hard boiled eggs, sweet potato, jerky, coconut flakes, gels, apples, peanut butter, bananas…   The fuel worked really well for most of the race, though sometime around 5 or 6 a.m., I had my 2nd gel and it did not sit well at all.  Here is the “dry bin” of food, while I also had a cooler.  I found the hard boiled eggs worked really well for me…

David H. had taken off and was actually leading the race when I came in to the tent area at about mile 40…   He said he was done, but then hoped right back up and knocked out 10 more, when he really was done.  50 was his goal coming in, as he has an Ironman he is training for, and he didn’t want to affect that training plan too much by hurting himself in an ultra….

I think it was about 6:30 p.m. or loop 15 when I grabbed my phone so I could take pictures…  Here are a bunch of them, in no particular order:

This section ran along the train tracks and had quite a nice little climb right at the end.  That climb got tougher and tougher as the race went on.

Aid station in the middle of nowhere…

Tunnel — really a bridge for the train, near the end of the course.

Port-a-pot on the far side of the course…

This is looking up to the turn around point which we had to pass each time…

The race collected canned food for pets (or humans if you didn’t get the pet memo!) and this is the booth that counted each and every lap…

Looking down from the turnaround…

The softest part of the run:

The hardest part of the run…. I did NOT like the asphalt at all by the end.  Towards the end of the pavement was a really steep downhill that did not feel good at all after many miles.

A video from this area:

One of the GUTS guys took a bunch of pictures, and got this nice one of me carrying my coconut water:

And a bit later Heather got these two of me:

Results

The week before the race,  I took a little pool to let people guess at my total mileage.  I took the numbers from Facebook, DailyMile, and the blog post.  At the end there were about 20 guesses ranging from 53 miles all the way up to 93.  I was surprised no one had thrown out 100, though that was not really a goal going in to the run.

I did post a couple of intermediate times so I do know that I ran 28 miles in the 1st 5 hours and 52 miles in about about 10 hours…

Sometime around 12 hours into the race, I knew I was in the top few competitors…  I didn’t think I had any chance of keeping up with Bruce, but he was only a lap and a half ahead of me.  Eventually I found I had a couple laps on the next closest person.  Also around this time I did start to think about hitting 100… But at the same time, I knew there was a long ways to go and I was just happy to keep moving for now.

Somewhere around mile 85 or so, Bruce came flying by and I called out to him, telling him I was surprised it had taken him so long to lap me again to go up a full two.  He surprised me by saying he had been sleeping for 90 minutes and that I was actually leading him at that point!  We ran together for about as long as I could hang, which was maybe just one mile, before he took off…   At the turnaround, before he left me, we did run into Margaret who was really suffering, but amazingly only one loop down on us.  We helped her get some coffee and got her to the bonfire, and then Bruce and I ran off again.  At which point he left me on the 1st climb.

At that point I thought that if I could hold on to second overall I’d be pretty happy, and I was not as worried at hitting 100.  I ran a couple more loops and then got really tired.  The sunrise did not give me the second wind that I had hoped for.  😦   I ran into camp and said I was done, sat down in my chair, kicked my feet up, wrapped up  in a blanket, and sat there.  I had struggled the last loop with stomach issues after eating a honey gel, but once that settled, I got in some warm oatmeal and started to feel better.  Then Margaret ran by, looking fresh — what a recovery!  And Bruce ran by, going up one loop on me…  At this point he decided to go back out to get 100+ (while I was at 96).  After a minute or two, I decided I had one more in me…

I got up, and walked one more loop, to finish with 32 loops for 99.2 miles and second place.   Far far beyond what I thought I would do!  Bruce actually hit 34 loops for 105.4!

Now a few days later, I’ve been pretty tired, but my body feels pretty good.  Nothing major lingering other than a very slight tension in my left foot, on the outside near the back.  I had a chiro adjustment today and it feels better already.   I have been more tired than I recall after any of my other ultra’s, or the MR 340 when I stayed up for 38 hours paddling, or any of the adventure races I used to race when I was up for 2 or more days.  Maybe my age is starting to catch up with me!

BMM was a great race — very laid back and fun, and I certainly would like to do it again someday.

On Saturday I’ll be running a 3.1 mile loop over and over and over again — for 24 hours.   Unless I get tired and decide to take a long nap in my tent.  🙂

I am taking predictions on blog.2sparrows.org, on Facebook, and on DailyMile.  The person closest to the total miles I run will win something — probably a book in the $15-20 range… I’ll chat to the winner and decide which book I think most appropriate for them.  I’m thinking something along the lines of Tread Lightly, The Art of Slowing Down, Barefoot Running Step by Step, The Perfect Health Diet, or The Primal Blueprint.  But I’m flexible.  🙂

For some background, I’ve not run much the past 3 months…  After Uhwarrie 40, I’ve really taken it easy, as you can see here:

The chart above only shows running, not anything else I might have done such as biking (zero!), paddling (zero!), hiking (very little), lifting (some), crosffit/movnat (not much).   My only long runs since February are about a 20 mile run in April on the Boston Marathon course with Kelly (in 88F!), and I think I’ve had two 10 mile runs sprinkled in here and there.   I ran a 50 miler back in October.  I normally try to run 25 miles every two months, but I’ve not done that this time around.  All in all it’s been a pretty quiet spring for me!

I don’t know much about the course other than it is a 3.1 mile loop.  The race director says it is relatively flat — but he is from the mountains.  Anytime someone from the mountains says a course is not hilly — DO NOT believe them!  I’ve been burnt by that before.

My normal goals in any race are to #1 have fun, #2 finish, and typically there is some kind of time goal.   There is no #2, “finish,” in this race — your total mileage is your finish whether you run one mile or 100.  My thought in running a 24 hour race is that it is a chance to run farther than I’ve ever run, without actually entering a 100k or 100 mile race where I might not finish at all.  🙂  So if I had a distance goal, it would be to go more than 50.  At the same time, I’m willing to not do that if I’m not feeling it or anything starts to bug me.  In that case I’ll sit back and enjoy the bands and/or sleep in my tent.

On the injury front, in order to provide full disclosure, yesterday my left ball of foot had a bit of a shooting pain unexpectedly.  😦  This is the BOF I have felt something in ever since the Half Scar Plus back in June of 2010.  It has never been more than a 2 or 3 on a the scale of pain, where 10 is excruciating.   In other words, it has never been more than a little discomforting, and has often not been noticeable at all.   Yesterday there was a very sharp 7 very unexpectedly, though it did seem to dissipate and is now running about a 3 or 4.  I may break out the metatarsal t-form pads I used successfully last fall to get me through Uhwarrie and Boston.

Here are the rules for the contest:

Enter the total mileage you think I will run during the 24 hour run on blog.2sparrows.org, my FaceBook post, or on DailyMile by 9:59:59 a.m. Saturday June 2nd (just before the race starts).  One entry per person!  (And not one entry per person per service!)

I’ll take the closest post across all three services and get in touch with the winner.

A compendium:

40 milers:

2sparrows

EnduroGirl

Running Down

I’d Rather Be Outside Now

20 milers:

Der Scott

Running Diatribe

Beauty and Change

Vado Porro – Go Further

fat silly yak

I’ll keep updating this as they come out, so send any I’m missing my way…

And some quotes:

Running Down:  “Uwharrie is not just a race. It is our local epic adventure.”

Charles West:  “The Uwharrie National Forest on a cloudy, foggy, rainy, overcast day is a magical place that’ll remind you of why it’s so awesome to be alive and do something epic with incredible people who do things that amaze and inspire you.”

Der Scott:  “Uwharrie is different. He is like the older, harder, gristly uncle who thinks your father has been too soft on you. Uncle Uwharrie loves you, but thinks that pushing you to the limit will make you a stronger person. As you struggle through his challenges, even at your lowest points, he tells you in no uncertain terms to “Grow up!”. And then when you’ve made it through, he slaps your back and gives you your first beer. He’s the uncle you love and respect. And also fear.”