I’ve noticed in every 100 mile or longer race that I’ve done that there is a definite period of mental negativity during the race. What I mean is that there is a point where your brain tells you that you should stop because of X. Then Y. Then every other excuse it can come up with. To me this is the hardest part of a longer ultramarathon. It used to show up towards mile 80 or so of the race when I was physically in pain. Lately though it’s been showing itself sooner. Both seem like logical times. You are tired and hurt by 80 miles. You still have a long ass way to go at 30 miles of a 100 mile race. I basically just call these times, my pity party.
I don’t really know how I get over these negative times other that to just keep going. I know some people have a mantra they recite but I’ve never done that. I guess the best thing for me is to KNOW that things will get better. I’ve been through this before and got through it and I WILL this time too. At my first 100 mile race I just listened to the advice I got from others which was basically the same thing. Don’t dwell on any pain you have because something else will take it’s place in 5 miles. Just accept that it hurts and then move on and ignore it. Sure enough they were right.
Your body can handle the effort! Seriously, even if you think it can’t, it surely can. Your mind is what will stop you. This has been proven by research. A person will say they are completely drained to the point of collapse and if enticed properly, they can go longer still. Even without research you should know this as common sense. Go run some long distance to the point you can barely shuffle along. Then add a pit bull chasing you. You will be sprinting, I guarantee you. You’re body can handle it. Ready your mind.
Something will surely go wrong during an ultramarathon. You’re out there for a day or more so there’s plenty of time for things to fall apart. The point is to plan for as many contingencies as you can so that you’re mind is already in what I call McGyver mode. Even if you don’t have what you need, there is likely another racer who will help out. That’s one thing our sport has going for it more than most. Volunteers are awesome at aid stations as well and willing to help.
Everyone can find the will to finish the race if they want to. And you should want to. Really, why the hell else are you signing up for a 100 mile race. If you just want to see the course, save yourself the $250 entry fee and go hike or run it yourself. Quitting unless truly injured I think cheats yourself. By the way, I’ve seen very few DNF’s from true injuries. Most people who have DNF’d will admit this, at least to themselves, if being honest.
One of the best things about ultramarathons is seeing how much more capable you are than you thought. I still to this day am amazed that I can run 100 miles in a day. It just blows my mind the human body can do that. Nothing about my body is special. Nothing. If you’ve been to an ultramarathon, you’ve seen that any body type can finish one. Not all are fast, but all can finish. Of course you need training but it isn’t as much as you think. If you can finish a marathon, you can finish an ultramarathon.
I guess the whole point of this is to say it’s worth the effort. It really is. Yes you get a belt buckle to remind you of the race. But, it’s reminding you of how awesome you felt. Not necessarily just when you crossed the finish line, but the memory of when you KNEW you were going to conquer the distance and the course. That might be mile 99 or 39 of the race, but there will be a moment of clarity that you just absolutely know nothing will stop you from finishing. And that moment is amazing. If you quit, I don’t see how you could get that feeling of accomplishment.
I love the feeling the whole week after a long ultra. Not the physical feeling, cause that kind of hurts. It’s the emotional wonderment of the feat you accomplished. “How the hell did I do that?” “Yes, I trained and planned, but still how did I do it?” “100 freaking miles!” “And the winner did it in like 18 hours, humans are amazing!” Those are the usual things I say to myself.
My new favorite song relates to this all somewhat.
I’m not sure how to start this one so I’ll start with the basics. The Bighorn 100 is a 100 mile trail race that takes place in the Bighorn Mountains in Wyoming the 3rd weekend in June which this year meant the race started Friday June 16th. It started at 10am this year which was an hour earlier than most years but still 2 hours later than I’d like it to. This was my first mountain ultramarathon and a qualifier for both Western States and Hardrock which was part of the attraction for me. Honestly I probably wouldn’t have even considered it if not for some friends that have attempted it in the past. Most of the information I got from them and previous race reports helped a lot, some of it was just plain wrong and so my original game plan had to be changed. The main game changer in this race though wasn’t the course, it was the weather…
Before this race the whole family went to Yellowstone. I figured it’d help out with the elevation adjustment and it’s only 3 hours from Yellowstone so you might as well go there too. The race peaks out at 9000 ft. I live at 1000 feet. I’ve never had an issue when I go hiking in the mountains, even to 14,000 feet but it never hurts to give yourself time to adjust. Other than breathing faster than normal, I never had any issues during the race.
On a side note, Yellowstone was awesome. I did a few training runs in the park (one on which I had to wait on 6 elk that wouldn’t get off the trail). We saw 6 geysers going off in one day. I saw bison, elk, mule deer, pronghorn, bighorn, a wolf, a brown bear, a black bear, 2 osprey nests, marmots, and all the smaller things you see in the woods. Do you want to know how many animals I saw the entire race? 5 small mice at night on the trail. That’s it! Lots of flowers though as you can see in the photo at the beginning. Tons of lupines which I love.
So based on the above elevation profile, race reports, etc I set a race goal of just over 27 hours. It was pretty aggressive for me but it seemed very doable. It would’ve been doable save 2 things: those apparent straight lines aren’t, and it rained, for a long time.
The pre-race meeting was at 8am in Dayton, WY which is where the finish line is. After the meeting they had buses to shuttle us to the start line. It was a pretty long wait for the race to start and it was clear there were a lot of people. Turns out 373 runners to be exact plus their crew. I brought a chair to relax in since I knew it would be awhile. Normally this race is really hot so I decided to use my 2L bladder and made an insulated pocket out of mylar bubble wrap to keep the ice in it cold. Also I had a bad reaction to having ice straight against my skin at vol state and this prevented that. Even though the temperatures weren’t very high, I still was sweating a lot during this race so I was happy with my decision to bring the bladder. I was able to skip most aid stations as well this way and save time. I also had taped my feet since the race was starting dry. I planned on changing over to my wet feet setup later.
Finally we got into line just before 10am. It was crowded! We started on a dirt road but there were so many people that you really couldn’t even pass anyone on it very easy. Plus everyone was going fast already. I started towards the back middle and should’ve started way further up or just sprinted the first mile. After the 1.3 miles of road, we started the conga line up the mountain.
3200 feet in about 6 miles with most of the elevation gain in the last 4 miles. The trail doesn’t open up again until almost 7 miles into the race so any passing done in the beginning is hard fought. I’d have to save energy and then run full speed uphill around the 8 or so people in front of me to get anywhere. Then I’d catch up to the next group of people after power hiking for 5 minutes. There was no way to get a rhythm at all since your speed was determined entirely by the person in front of you. I was assuming the trails in this race would be similar to trails I’ve hiked in the mountains where the grade is pretty consistent with switchbacks in the steepest areas. Not so with race. The trails pretty much go straight up and down similar to back home in MN. Not a big deal but it keeps you from being able to get a good rhythm going like I was counting on when I set my goal paces. Especially when in a conga line. At times there was completely still air. I imagine this section really sucks with a cloudless sky above you and warmer temps.
The nice thing was all the flowers and since we were going so slow up the mountain, talking to people was easy. Here are the pictures I took on the way up.
At last you get to some dirt roads and more open pasture areas where you can go your own speed. Then you go down a steep hill to upper sheep aid station. From here to dry fork aid station (mile 13.5) is almost entirely on good roads, meaning a hard packed road with some rocks and not just clay. You go uphill and then back downhill into the station. This is the first big aid station where your crew can meet you.
On the way there was a spot I had to duck under a tree. I thought the path was clear but then something threw my head back and I almost stopped cold. There was a branch that hit my head and slid down my face. It hurt and was burning since all the sweat was going into whatever wound I had. I took a picture of myself to see what it looked like and I couldn’t see anything. By the time I finished the race though, it became clear.
The family was there with the cowbell cheering me on when I got in at 1:16pm. I got more ice water and Sword in my bladder. There wasn’t much else to get here but I took some time to make sure I had everything I needed since I wouldn’t see them until the turn around at jaw’s trailhead (mile 48). The kids still seemed in good spirits. This was the first 100 mile race they were helping crew so it was going to be a good test of my wife’s nerves. I bought some toys they didn’t know about to have her hand out throughout the race to help out with boredom.
From dry fork to cow camp aid station is about 6 miles all on dirt roads. It was also downhill overall but still lots of ups and downs in between. I did this section fairly fast since I love downhills and had plenty of energy from going so slow in the beginning. I passed a few people on this section.
Cow camp to bear camp was back on trail with lots of ups and downs but overall the elevation doesn’t change from aid station to aid station. It’s 7 miles long. This is where I determined it would be difficult to keep my 27 hour pace up. I was keeping it up so far but it was clear these up and downs would slow my expected pace on the way back to the finish line. 28 hours still isn’t bad and I was still having fun. Now, with the elevation I was pretty much open mouth breathing all the time since I’m from the prairie. Soon after cow camp I breathed in a fly. It went full on into my trachea and I could feel it’s wings buzz a little. Luckily I had my lungs half filled with air before he went in so I had something to immediately cough him out. He buzzed around my mouth before I could finally spit him out. Then I proceeded to cough for 30 seconds straight. Good times!
There are 2 water pipes with drinkable water coming out of them along this section. The first is almost exactly a mile from cow camp. The other is about 3 miles further. I washed my face in one of them and it felt amazing. It was cooler at the higher elevation but still hot for me so I was still sweating a lot.
Bear camp is a limited aid station since they have to hike in the supplies. Basically water and some food choices. The next section to footbridge is a large downhill. Don’t worry, there’s still a couple hundred foot uphill you get to do as well. This section is known as the wall. It’s not really a wall, just very steep at about 750feet a mile drop. Steeper in sections and flatter in others. Awesome views of the valley you were going to drop down into though. I put in my headphones here for the rest of the race and started down. I wish I could say I flew down, but you can’t go fast when it’s that steep.
This section was pretty rocky which would help some in my determination of if I’d be able to get up it in the rain later on. I’ll add that while running from cow camp to bear camp there are basically views of the cliffs down to the river. You’re never close to them so you can’t see the river, but it hints at how steep of a drop the wall will be once you get there. It got warmer as I went downhill and my ears were constantly popping.
Footbridge (mile 30) is a major aid station with drop bags. Your crew can meet you there but you have to drive through a couple streams and it’s a long drive so I decided it wasn’t worth my family trying to get there. Plus they make you park a mile away and there’s no way she was going to carry stuff a mile to me and a mile back. I got in at 4:34pm which was still on pace for me. I got my cold weather gear out to put in my pack. Also my headlamp as it’d get dark before I got to jaws trailhead. I put on a long sleeve tech shirt since it suddenly got cold with the large clouds and wind moving in. I left my hat in the drop bag as well. It looked like there was a campground near this aid station so the road in must not be as bad as I thought.
The next 17 miles is all uphill with a mile of pretty much flat after that into jaws trailhead. But, as before, the uphill is not constant. There are lots of ups and downs, especially in the first section to cathedral rock. This section was right along the river and kind of loud because of it. It was all pretty much rocky with a sharp drop off into the river on your left side and a steep hill on your right. As usual I was hitting my first wall of the race which I usually hit around mile 29 but since that was downhill, it came now. I could see up the valley that it was raining there already. By the time I got to cathedral rock aid station it was raining. I got my cheap Walmart poncho out and put it on. I’d have it on for the next 12 hours.
The next section to spring marsh is 6.5 miles long. This is where you start to pull away from the river some and are more in pasture land again. It was already muddy and I hit my low point in the race. I still had 66.5 miles to go! The most logical place to quit in this race is at jaws trailhead since your crew can easily get you there. I started worrying about getting up the wall in the mud on the way back. I didn’t want to quit at footbridge and then have to wait forever to get a ride back to the finish line. Plus the kids would now have to wait almost all of the next day for me to finish as I’d be way behind schedule. Food tasted gross, gels would almost make me barf. Etc, etc. All negative all the time for the next 6.5 miles.
Finally spring marsh aid station. This is where I instantly felt better and knew I’d finish the race. I wasn’t sure how I’d make it without poles but my mind was made up I was going to finish. It was 3.5 miles to the next aid station. The mud just made it impossible to move fast. I had to shorten my stride way down and use all my accessory muscles to stay upright. There is a constant slight slope which normally you wouldn’t even notice but when the trail is thick clay mud, it slides you around. People started making new paths through the grassier areas which helped some. It ended up easier when the trail had standing water in it since the mud didn’t grip your shoes as much while running through that. My shoes shed the mud on the sole but it was deep enough that it started building up on the sides and tops of my shoes. I’d run straight through any creeks to wash them off. I took a picture during one of the slower rain periods before dark to remember the trail conditions. They got worse in the dark after this was taken.
At elk camp aid station, I got my headlamp on since It’d be dark before I got to jaws trailhead 4.5 miles away. This is the section I suspect the moose like. Even when it’s not raining, you will get soaked on this part. It’s pretty swampy and there were spots the muddy water would go half way up my shin. I never lost a shoe though. I was kind of glad it was dark. I didn’t really want to know how bad it looked. The rain seemed to be letting up some finally. This is where I routinely saw the leaders coming back at me. I had seen some since spring marsh. I lost count of how many were in front but it seemed like only 40. It obviously was more than that since I was supposedly in 115th place at jaws. The last mile or so was on fairly flat pasture and road into jaws aid station. The wind had picked up so it was the first time I actually felt good temperature wise. Of course everyone else looked freezing cold and were huddled around the heater in the tent when I arrived at 10:48pm.
Jessie was waiting outside the tent since crew were only allowed in with their runner. It was crowded but they found a chair for me. This was going to be a fairly long stop since I had a lot to do because of the rain. First was to get out of my wet clothes. My long sleeves and gloves were soaked since the poncho only goes to my elbows. I also left my phone since I didn’t want to land on it since the chance of me taking a spill was pretty good. I had to take my shoes and socks off to start applying my wet foot powder and Vaseline mixture. No blisters yet but my shoes were already pretty trashed. I started this race with just over 600 miles on my Altra Olympus 2.0 shoes.
I got more water although I didn’t need much anymore. I was peeing all the time now since it cooled off; at least I was well hydrated. I just used soft body water flasks instead of my bladder from here on. I changed into another dry long sleeve shirt. The only dry gloves Jessie had were my warmer fleece gloves so I took those too. I put on a buff too. The aid station people were great here. It took some time for them to get a few things but I was amazed how cheerful they still seemed as it was clear this was a hectic time for them as well. I think I tried to eat half a quesadilla but I still wasn’t that interested in food. I’d just have to go off fat power for awhile. I was chilled by the time I left since it had been 25 minutes. Way longer than I wanted but as fast as it could’ve gone without 2 more crew members doing my feet for me. I told Jessie not to bother to get to dry fork until at least 2 hours later than my original time as I knew it would take awhile to get down the long hill in the mud and then back up the wall.
Jessie had to have the car jump started since the battery died. They slept in the back of the car at the aid station for the night. The kids were already sleeping when I got there but that was for the best.
The rain had stopped for now and the fog rolled in as I left the aid station. It was hard to see anything due to the headlamp reflection coming back at you. I warmed up after a mile or so and stopped shivering. I still had my poncho on to help stay dry. I decided to use it instead of my rain jacket because I knew that would be too warm and the poncho covered my shorts as well which my jacket didn’t.
So now I saw the course in reverse. Back through the swamp to elk camp. Back down the now very slippery mud to spring marsh. Even the new trails people had made going up were slop now going down. I met about 40 more people still coming up to jaws and then no more people. Either people hit a time limit cutoff at that point or they just quit while they were at footbridge. Either way I started wondering when the time cutoffs were. I hadn’t even bothered looking at them since I wasn’t planning on being anywhere near them. Well, nothing else to do but keep going I guess.
After spring marsh was more mud. It started raining again. Now the trail sloped to the right so I got to use all new accessory muscles on the other side to not fall with every step. Every once and a while I’d spin out and go down a hill backwards. I never totally fell but I’d have to catch myself a few times. About 2.5 miles out of spring marsh there was a fairly side sloped section that I slid off trail about 4 feet. Once I stopped I realized my foot felt weird. Well that’s because it was now half way out of my shoe! The right side of my right shoe had tore open about 4 inches long along the sole. Now every step I took my foot would slide out of my shoe. This is while going down muddy slopes mind you. I mentally thought of everything in my pack and how it could help me. I wish I had an extra shoelace like I had at vol state. Finally after about a quarter mile I kind of figured out how to mostly keep my foot in while running.
After 2 miles I saw a fence line. I was going to use the barbed wire if I had to but luckily there was just regular wire rolled up hanging on a post as if left there just for me. I bent the wire back and forth a bunch of times to break a piece off, almost burning my fingers off even through the gloves. It was some seriously strong wire. It was hard to bend in the perfect shape since it was so thick but I got it good enough to keep my foot in and not completely dig into the top part of my foot. Then I started worrying about slicing my other leg open with the sharp edges of the wire. It’s not uncommon to hit your leg with your feet, especially in uneven muddy conditions so it wasn’t a totally unfounded fear. I could kind of turn the one edge back which I hoped would prevent that and just paid extra attention to my foot placement.
Finally I got to cathedral rock again. I still had 3.5 miles to go in my sweet McGyver shoes. On steep downhills the wire would move back a lug or 2 and dig into my feet so I’d have to slide it back in to place. Other than that it held up pretty well. This is the section with the steep drop off into the river. Basically if you slip you’ll either die from hitting rocks or drown in the swollen, fast moving river filled with boulders. But don’t worry mom, the trail was rockier here and not very muddy at all. Of course I wondered how often the cliff just gives way and falls in the river, especially when wet and after 400 people have been jumping on it. Well it didn’t give way and I made it to footbridge at 5am (66 miles). I was now 2.5 hours behind schedule but I wasn’t surprised. Despite it sucking, I had still managed to pass about 20 people on the way down from jaws. Many people just walked the whole way down.
I was glad I had a pair of shoes waiting for me in my footbridge drop bag. This is the first race I’ve ever left a pair of shoes in a drop bag thinking I might want dry shoes if it stopped raining before I got there. My race might have been over if I hadn’t done that as I don’t think I would’ve gone another 34 miles in them. I put more wet foot paste on and new dry socks and dry Altra Lone Peak 3.0. My feet felt like heaven for a moment. I put on a dry t-shirt and dry gloves. I still had to have my headlamp since it wasn’t quite light out enough yet without it although it would be in 20 minutes. I found out the race time limit was 34 hours so I had plenty of time even if it totally sucked. At least 4 runners quit just before I got there since there was a car of them leaving. I still wasn’t sure if I’d make it up the wall but I left with an egg mcmuffin in hand.
It quit raining, but it would sprinkle here and there from now until about 9am. I left my poncho off most of the time since it wasn’t worth putting it on and off a bunch of times. The hike up the wall wasn’t that slippery at all. Previous footprints had made sort of terraces in the trail and there were lots of rocks to step on to help get traction. It still sucked going up over 2000 feet in a couple miles but I made it to bear camp. I even passed a few people going up. The volunteers here said the guy who was leading by 30 minutes quit at dry fork but they didn’t know why.
Bear camp to cow camp in the reverse direction seemed much easier than I thought it’d be. It was muddy yes, but the side paths were still in pretty good shape. Every once and a while I’d pass another person so I felt pretty good about that. The longest I went without seeing anyone was during this section. A whopping 10 minutes where I didn’t see another runner. Again this race is crazy crowded even after half the people quit. I’m used to at least an hour being the longest time I don’t see someone. Towards the end of this section the 52 mile leaders started passing me. I was slowly eating food and gaining energy. I actually ran this section faster than I had planned on initially even with the mud.
Cow camp finally came and now it was the road section for the next 6 miles. At least there was bacon at this aid station so that was good. This section absolutely sucked. Thick mud with no rocks to gain traction on. The side trails were just as bad. The road was rutted so even running through the thickest mud in the tire track section didn’t help because the side walls were so sloped you’d constantly slide and get off balance. Walking and running both were nearly impossible in sections. I didn’t think the roads would be so bad. In fact they were the worst section of the whole race. The sun came out so now I was getting sunburned. The road was SLOWLY drying out which made it worse at this point since it just made the clay even more sticky and shoe sucking. 52 mile people were passing in big groups now. How could they run in this crap? And how was I still slowly passing 100 mile runners here and there? The last hill up to dry fork took forever since you can see the aid station miles before you get there. I just decided to look at my feet and not look up to make it not seem as bad.
I got into dry fork at 11:02am (82.5 miles). 2:40 behind schedule which I thought would’ve been 3 hours so I felt good about that. They had sunscreen for me there at least. I had left my hat at footbridge so I still would get sunburned on my face. Putting sunscreen on my face is pointless as it just gets in my eyes and I wipe it all off after 20 minutes. They also had double cheeseburgers! Yum. I knew 2 hours from now I’d have a bunch of energy and it tasted sooo good. The aid station worker kept asking me questions while I was talking to Jessie. I figured later she was probably checking my mental status or something. I didn’t bother changing my socks. My shoes wouldn’t get any wetter since the grass had finally dried off but I didn’t want to take the time and I didn’t have any hot spots yet. I told Jessie it’d be 5 hours until I finished so she should just go to the cabin and I’d call when I finished. She handed me my phone back. I dropped as much weight as I could with her and left. 17.5 miles left to go.
I found out later it was a pretty interesting drive for the cars to get to dry fork in the mud that morning. Jessie said she saw some tire tracks go off the road at a turn on what looked like a steep drop off. She made it down OK but the car looked like it had 3 inches of concrete on it at the finish line.
The roads from dry fork to upper sheep were in good shape. The sun was getting hot and I was back to sweating again. Constant runners from other races were passing me. The hill seemed to last forever. I saw the stupid tree that hit me yesterday and stayed away. Finally the run down into upper sheep. I filled up with water there and continued on.
It’s there that I could see the one last big hill to climb before all the downhill to the finish line. How did it grow so much? I don’t remember going down that big of a hill yesterday while running into upper sheep aid station. It’s steep and about 500 feet high. Finally I got to the top and started slowly running down. It felt pretty good. My shins had been hurting for hours due to all the walking in the mud. I hadn’t planned on walking so much so they were sore. But now things felt pretty good going down. I started going faster. My cheeseburger 2 hours ago was now hitting my system.
Down, down, as fast as I could with the steep terrain. I’d have to walk in sections since it was too steep with too many round rocks to slide on. I was going even faster than I had planned on initially. I soon realized that a sub 30 hour finish was still possible. I was expecting 31 hours. I just kept pushing it down the hill. Now I started seeing a bunch of 100 mile runners just walking down. I started passing them right and left. It felt awesome for so late in a race. I finally got to lower sheep aid station. I tried to get a rock out of my shoe but another one seemed to find it’s way in. Looking back I think it was all the mud from my gaitors falling off as they dried. There was 7.5 miles left to go!
It wasn’t great having a couple rocks in my shoe but I wasn’t going to stop when I was passing so many people. The next section down to the road was so much more fun than yesterday’s conga line march up it. It was hot but I just had to hold on a few more hours. A 29 hour finish briefly came into thought but the math just wouldn’t work for that. I probably passed 10 people from upper sheep creek to the road. I generally never pass people at the end of a race. Just another sign I started way too far behind in the beginning.
I made it down to the road. Just 5.2 miles more to the finish line. The river was right next to the road and loud. It was so tempting to just jump in it and float on down to the finish line. The road was dry now and even though we were following the river downstream it sure didn’t seem to go downhill. I ran as much as I could but would have to take walking breaks here and there. I got a popsicle from a kid handing them out which helped some with the heat. Oh that road seems to last forever. It has a bunch of small curves that never let you see how much further it is to go.
Finally I got to town where you have to run around the park to get into it and then run back around the park again to get to the finish line. There were bleachers along the path through the park with people cheering. I think the whole town was either there at the finish line or volunteering somewhere on the course. Pretty awesome! I even saw Jessie and the kids about 100 yards from the finish line. Turns out they never went to the cabin. Finally, I finished strong at 3:34pm for a total race time of 29:34. 2 hours 20 minutes slower than I wanted but I did that section from dry fork 16 minutes faster than I had even planned on. I suspect without the mud 28 hours would’ve been pretty doable.
They had food at the end which was great but the line took over 10 minutes to get the food. I had to have Jessie stand in line for me since my feet hurt so bad and I was getting nauseous standing. You get your buckle and swag at a different area of the park so I got that. I then looked at the results and found out I was 62nd overall. I thought for sure I would’ve been in the 40’s since I had passed over 40 people since jaws, but I was obviously way further behind at jaws than I thought. I’d later find out only 175 of the 373 starters would finish. That’s pretty bad and shows how difficult the course was even though it wasn’t as hot as it can get.
I’m sure in dry conditions I would have a much faster time but likely my placing wouldn’t be any better. Other people usually do better in heat than I do and less people would drop out. I’m happy with it since it’s better than my usual 20% placing. I was told that recovery from this race is pretty quick compared to midwest 100’s. I would totally agree. I suspect with all the walking you just don’t trash your legs as much. My quads didn’t hurt in the slightest during or after this race even with very little hill training. My butt and feet were sore but I could run 3 days later and I usually take a week off.
I should’ve taken a picture of my legs when I was done. There was a thick coating of mud everywhere. During the last 20 mile of the race it would occasionally feel like I was getting bitten by something only to find out a chunk of dry mud had broken loose and was only being held by a leg hair. I’d brush that chunk off and keep going. Even after all the stuff I brushed off there was still almost a half inch of mud covering my calves and even my shins were covered. My Olympus shoes are now in a landfill somewhere in WY. I wonder what future archeologists will think about the wire shoes they find someday? The newer design of Altra trail shoes all have reinforced sides to prevent this sort of failure. The problem is that they hold almost half an inch of water in them now. If water gets in, they basically never dry. The lone peaks were still wet at the finish line 6 hours after the last puddle and when I washed them, they held a half inch of water with the insole removed. Never drained even after a couple minutes. Ridiculous. Figure it out guys! Now I’ll have to drill holes in the sides to make drain holes.
By finishing this race, I completed 786 race miles in the 6 ultramarathons I ran as a 40 year old. I didn’t really intend for that to happen but it just worked out that way. Vol State last July started it off and Bighorn was just before I turned 41 (Facebook doesn’t have my real birthday by the way). I don’t know if I’ll ever do that many race miles in a year again or not. I don’t regret it at all but 786 is kind of a big number and probably hard to repeat unless I just do a bunch of short 50k’s as training runs.
Thanks again to my super awesome wife and crew! The kids didn’t drive her completely crazy!
This is a small local baby Barkley type race that took place April 29th at 7 mile creek park near St. Peter, MN. It’s around 30 miles long with an advertised elevation of 8000 ft of gain. There are 11 books we had to collect pages from on each of 3 laps. We were given a different page number to get each lap. The first lap was counter-clockwise, 2nd was clockwise, and 3rd alternating.
The race started at 7am but registration started at 5am so you’d have time to look over the map and written directions of the course. The course was about 2/3rds on trail, a short bit on a road, with the rest on deer trail or no trail. I’ve been to the park before so I knew about what to expect as I love to go off trail in this park. There are many unofficial trails that we routinely run on. This is about the only place in southern MN to get over 200 ft steep hills. Along the Mississippi river is steep too but that’s hours from where I live.
At 7am 20 of us started off with only 14 finishing. I wasn’t at the first running of this race 2 years ago but I was told it was easier and the race director was “disappointed” that everyone finished. This year he wasn’t disappointed. It was 38 degrees so I started with a long sleeve shirt knowing I’d be hot by the end of the lap.
I stayed back a little from the front group to let them figure out where to go off trail to find the books. Everything was well marked but that doesn’t mean you can’t run right past where you’re supposed to turn. Plus, since we were so close in the beginning you ended up waiting for the person in front of you to tear out the page in the book anyway. Why run fast just to wait at the next book. The first book I ended up tearing the page horribly, so I ended up with 3 pieces to get it out and make sure I had the page number on it, all the while people waiting behind me. I guess the lesson is to learn how to tear really brittle yellow paper out of books in the woods with gloves on.
The books aren’t really hidden which is good and bad. Good since it’s easy to find them, and bad because the park was pretty popular that day with mushroom hunters and other people doing some sort of naturalist type things (I never asked what they were doing) off trail where we were.
The first 2 books felt great climbing up the hills. Basically go up find a book and come back down, just to do it again. The only out and back uphill was book 3 which I think everyone dreaded by the 3rd lap. I’m not sure if it was just the steepness or the fact that it was an out and back, but no one liked it. It seemed like it took forever to go up and only 20 seconds to get down. That’s probably not reality though. The books all had great titles to them which I have mostly forgotten. But I remember book 3’s title: Dead End
So continued the seemingly endless task of climbing up a hill just to go back down again. Like you constantly keep forgetting something downstairs at home and have to keep going back down to get it, except the stairs are 200 ft hills. There are a couple longish flatter sections to break it up a little bit but for the most part you’re either ascending or descending in this race.
There is a aid station out of the park between book 5 and 6 that you have to climb up to get to. They had awesome candy bars, pop, water, etc there. The race director said there is a short loop to do at the aid station. Well yes it’s short, but also straight down and then straight back up just to go back down to get on the course again. The section back to the course did have my favorite tree on the entire course though.
Then on to book 6 where some barbed wire sticking out of the ground almost got me. Speaking of thorny things, I got somewhat scratched and cut up from this race. There are plenty of thorny bushes, berry patches, and shrubs to get you on this course. I wish I would’ve taken a picture of my legs. I had cuts everywhere but really only remember 2 of them happening.
There was a punch after this book to punch the pages you had so far. This was to determine which direction you had traveled the course. Next was a longer flat section before turning uphill to book 7. Then between 7 and 8 gets sucky again. Scott the RD was sitting along the course making sure we all made the turn straight down a steep rutted out path. I enjoyed it the first lap, not so much the 3rd. Basically you go down this hill just to come back up it in a different spot and end up about 20 feet from where you started down the hill. All of this to get book 8.
Book 9 was fairly straightforward.
Book 10 I almost ran past or was that 11. It’s already becoming a blur after only a week. After 11 you go back to the start at the RD house. This is the only other aid station. I changed into cooler clothes as it was warming up some. First lap time was 2:25.
The next section was clockwise. I had got to talking with Ed who I hadn’t met before but we both did Arrowhead this year. I always love meeting new people during the race. We were talking pretty much non-stop the second lap and before we knew it, we were at the aid station. Oops. We missed book 6. Back we went to get it and then finally noticed the 3 foot long pink ribbon showing the turn off for it. Guess we got talking too much. He had to do the aid station loop twice since he missed it the first time and so I didn’t see him until the end of the race.
I missed the turn to book 1 as well but I think a lot of people did. Finally I got back to the start. 5:14 total time so far so that lap was about 2:45 without the stop time. I was happy with this as I had to leave by 4pm to pick up the kids so I was on track to get done by then. I definitely wasn’t in condition for this much elevation so I was starting to feel it.
Since the leader picked clockwise (thanks TJ, NOT) and I was in 5th place, I had to go clockwise. Off I went. I had been eating the entire race and drinking what seemed like a lot but my stomach just didn’t feel quite right and I wasn’t really peeing any so I suspect I was somehow dehydrated. It slowed me down.
Right away I saw one of the leaders coming back up the hill to the start due to injury. Now I was 4th I guess, but still had to go clockwise. I didn’t miss the turn to book 6 this time since I was by myself. Ed had started the mid-way aid station loop just before I got there so I never ended up seeing him. I never saw the other counter-clockwise leader either and found out later he dropped at the aid station.
Finally it dawned on me to take some antacids as this wasn’t my first time down full stomach lane. In fact it happens almost every race, just not in the first 20 miles. They kicked in around book 4 (counting down book numbers now since clockwise lap). The last 3 books I felt great (still hated book 3 but felt better at least). Too bad I didn’t think of taking them sooner. I saw some people looking kind of sad while looking for mushrooms. I told them some people were already in that spot 3 hours ago with bags full of them. They seemed somewhat relieved.
I even made the turn for book 1 this time but when I got to where the book should’ve been, it wasn’t there. 3 people coming from the other direction on the start of their lap 3 also couldn’t find it. Remember all those people in the park? Turns out someone must’ve taken it as no one ever found it. I took a picture with them to prove we all looked together and hoped for the best.
I got to the finish line and rang the bell at 8:12 for 4th place. Ed had beaten me in which I wasn’t surprised by. So that lap took about 2:50 with the down time and looking for book 1 taken out. Scott allowed my finish without book 1 since it was gone and someone had texted him.
I had some time to eat the great finish line food they had for us before leaving to get the kids. They even offered the shower which was awesome. Thanks!
This race would be much harder/scarier/more fun if it was raining the whole time. There are some steep slopes on it. The conditions on race day were pretty good. The mud was firm enough to get a grip on and not slip. I usually use gps visualizer to make an elevation profile of races. I find it to be much more accurate than google earth. It came up with the race having more elevation than advertised. Almost 10,000. Who knows? I can assure you it wasn’t under 8000 total.
This is a great race! I hope Scott continues to put it on. I wish I could’ve stayed to watch everyone else come in. I’m sure there were great stories. We all got an email of the official results and there were some pretty good comments on why people dropped out. My favorite was someone wanted a burrito. I’m sure there’s more to that story. I wished I would’ve taken a picture of the bell we rang when we finished. Guess you’ll just have to run the race to see it.
I realized during my run tonight that Vol State is about 4 months away. I thought I’d jot down a few words of advice to people who may be running it this year. These are in no particular order. Also I only had a 3 mile run to think about this so this is by no means an exhaustive list.
Read race reports! Like A LOT of them, including mine:). You may not know the places they are talking about but you will learn tricks about how to get through the race. Last year I just jotted down notes as I read all of them. I thought about how I’d handle those situations. Certain bad sections of the race will show up continually in race reports, heed their warnings.
Your feet will hurt
Get the GPX file of the course if you can. I’d still carry a map in case your phone dies but I found it much more convenient to use my phone since it was more accessible. Buy the book and check for the updates on what stores, etc are still open.
Train on roads. I don’t care if you have a hilly trail race in May. Start running roads now. Your body needs time to get used to the camber of the road. Your mind needs to get used to cars whizzing by, dogs running after you.
Get your night time visualization plan figured out. Either light yourself up like crazy or go totally dark. I don’t care which but figure out what works for you. You’ll find both plans are used during this race when you read the reports.
Take an afternoon off work on the hottest days if you can and do a long run. I ran probably 80% at night but you will get caught in the heat of the day at least once during the race even with great planning.
Get a base tan going. Sunscreen will come right off with sweat.
Get a sun hat or something like that. I just safety pinned a handkerchief to my visor to cover my ears and neck.
Think about how you’ll sleep outside and try it out.
Your feet will HURT!
Bring extra socks so you can always dry one pair hanging on your pack while wearing the other pair. I brought 2 different sizes as well since your feet will swell.
Train with the gear you plan on using during the race!!!!!!!!!
Watch MacGyver. Or find a way to be more like MacGyver. You will need those skills if you are running screwed.
Put your feet up every time you stop. Also take off your shoes so things dry out.
There will be a point the second or early third day that will test your determination. You will be slow and in pain. I can’t tell you how to deal with it, everyone is different. I learned I had to put my feet up for X amount of time every X hours to deal with it.
Join the google group to keep in contact with people before and during the race.
Join the facebook page. Lots of locals post on there places that they leave out water, etc.
Your feet will HURT!
I took voice recorded notes during the race with my phone so I’d remember things later. You may think you’ll never forget that one cool thing you saw on day 2 but you might.
Help each other out. Seems kind of obvious but I’m telling you, by the end of the race you will feel a closeness to all the other racers, even the ones you didn’t meet. What I’m saying is they’re already your friends, you just don’t know it yet.
Don’t talk about politics. Even if you agree on stuff, you’ll get each other all worked up and distracted. You can’t be distracted during this race.
Again. You can’t be distracted during this race! There are cars filled with dipshits texting. Don’t run side by side when there’s no shoulder, unless it’s the middle of the night with no traffic.
Your feet will HURT!!!
The detailed past results and lists of race reports are posted at tinyurl.com/volstate2016 For each other year just change the 2016 to whatever year you want. For example tinyurl.com/2014 for 2014 results and race reports. There are tabs on the bottom of the spreadsheet with the reports, etc.
With proper preparation and determination you will finish this race. I truly believe that. You have plenty of time to finish if you choose to use it. You don’t need to be a super athlete or even an ultrarunner to finish this race. Non ultrarunners have finished although they usually had a large amount of “preparation” in that they ran it with someone with lots of ultrarunning knowledge. I consider training on roads and in heat to be included in the proper preparation. Mostly though I consider preparation to mean knowing your gear, having a plan (even though you will change it during the race), use your brain, know your body, listen to your body on some things but also when to tell it to shut the hell up (your feet will HURT, expect it and deal with it).
So 5 years ago I started running for the first time in 15 years. I ran poorly in track in high school and only a little in college while on the crew team; so even when I ran it wasn’t with much purpose. 5 years ago I had a purpose to do a Tough Mudder with my brother and brother-in-law and I started running again. I was out of shape, had a dad gut, and had my second child due that year. Within 9 months, my purpose was trail ultrarunning. Soon after, a major goal was to finish Arrowhead 135. I think I first heard about it on the ultra-listserv 4 years ago and knew immediately that I had to run this race. I went the slow route and made sure to get a couple winter races in and enough 100’s to not be afraid of the distance. My application was accepted last fall and I left for International Falls Saturday morning.
I did my check-in Saturday afternoon to get it out of the way. It’s at the Backus Community Center which I assume was the old school building. Door #3 is the closest to where you need to go for check in by the way. I was told there that I’d need to have packaged food to prove the caloric content of the food for my emergency food requirement so I had to go to the store to buy a pound of butter since my home made brownies wouldn’t count. I even laminated the ingredients with all the calorie information and stuff but it still didn’t matter. Otherwise I passed on everything else. For those unfamiliar with this race, here is the required gear as taken from the website.
MANDATORY GEAR from race start to race finish.
Minus-20F degrees sleeping bag or colder rating. Colder than -20F almost all previous races. If you skimp here you are foolish. And we will not allow you to skimp. So do not skimp. Fool. 2011 it was -42F on trail. Be able to prove your bag is a -20 bag. Don’t cut off the tags to shave weight.
Insulated sleeping pad – minimum 20″ by 48″
Bivy sack or tent (space blankets/tarps do not count). We don’t like seeing new bivy sacks that have never been tried.
Firestarter (matches or lighter).
8 fl. oz. fuel at ALL times (either gas, alcohol or 2 canisters of propane/butane 100 g. each or 12 Big Esbit tablets). 1 lb propane tanks, white gas, and Heet are available in Int’l Falls – propane/butane and Esbits are available from RD with advance notice. Please plan accordingly.
Pot (min. volume is 1 pint)
2-qt (64 fl. oz.) or just under 2 litres, insulated water container. (Yes, Camelbacks count). Not freezing your drinks in a cold year is a real challenge.
Headlamp or flashlight. Suggest minimum ~100 lumen good for 12 hours/bike or 20 hours on ski/foot. Bring a spare, the cold eats batteries.
Flashing red LED lights (and spare batteries), both on front and back of sled or bike or racer – Don’t show up with single LED key chain lights…bring real safety lights or you will not pass gear check and they may not be available at local stores. Keep ON 24/7. HIGHLY IMPORTANT….THIS MAY WELL PREVENT YOU FROM BEING A HOOD ORNAMENT ON LARGE FAST-MOVING SNOWMACHINES.
Everyone must have at least 10 square inches of reflective material on front and 10 square inches on the back of the person for this race. If you don’t want to put holes in your $200 jacket bring a reflective vest.
Whistle on string around neck to call for help, because your mouth is too numb to yell.
1-day of readily edible food at ALL times (3000 calories)
You will be given 2 bibs. We must be able to see your bib number on the front of your body (outer layer) at all times!!! Post the 2nd bib where it is easily visible.
YOU CAN STILL BE STUPID WITH ALL THE GEAR, KNOW HOW TO USE IT.
The race itself is 135 miles from International Falls, MN to Tower, MN along the Blue Ox Grade and Arrowhead snowmobile trails. You can go on foot, bike, or ski. I of course went in the foot division. It’s basically flat for 30ish miles, then hilly for about another 40 miles, then really hilly for 40 miles, and then pretty much flat the rest of the way except for the biggest hill of them all at mile 113.5. The trail is wide and all the snowmobilers I saw were driving appropriately and safely. More details on the trail to follow but that’s the overview.
I went to the hotel after I ate and organized my gear and started making decisions on what to leave behind. The forecast was for snow but no one really knew how much it would be. It definitely wasn’t going to be a cold year. The temperature wasn’t even forecast to get below zero the entire race. That’s really warm for this race. I almost felt like it was cheating having it so warm. There are just so many things that you can get away with when it’s this warm. You can take your gloves off to open things is the biggest “cheat”. Seriously, if it’s -20 and you take your gloves off for even 20 seconds, it takes a long time for them to warm back up if at all. I didn’t even run with gloves on most of the first day. So you worry and plan for all these scenarios where you have to do things with big gloves on and now none of that mattered since it was so warm. Anyway on to the story.
I slept quite well for having a constant pipe banging sound in my room. Apparently it was the boiler and the sound was heard in every room so switching wouldn’t matter. I could see Canada out my window since it was just across the river. I brought my passport but didn’t need to go over to purchase any last minute items so I never went.
My plan for Sunday was to go and check out the trail and my fully loaded sled. Here is what the sled looks like. This was taken the first day out on the course.
Just a side note on my sled. I used a Paris sled at Tuscobia last year which had holes in it by the time I finished. So this year I made my own sled out of Ultra-high-molecular-weight polyethylene. It has a coefficient of friction near Teflon and is very durable and can handle extreme cold. It’s the only material to use for winter ultras really. Yes it’s easier to just put a rope on a ready made sled from the store but it won’t last, and if you make one yourself it’s cheaper. This sled cost me $40 of materials and I’ll never need to make a new one if I don’t want too. I think the Paris sled with poles was closer to $70. My main worry about it was I was only able to test it 3 times since we didn’t get much snow down in southern MN this year. I learned a few things during the race that would make a better sled. One is to put runners (just a couple thicker strips of UHMW-PE on the bottom) on to make it track better. It will add weight but I think it’s worth it. It would also pull easier if it was narrower. I’m not going to do that though since my gear fits just right with this width. But if I had to start with nothing, I’d go narrower and longer. That’s enough help on the sled, to me that’s part of the learning process and it’s more satisfying to do that on your own. There are a few people that make them but with shipping it’ll cost you around $250. Really depending on the snow conditions it would make sense to have a couple different sled styles to chose from. Mine would do well in deep powder, and the narrow ones with no sides to them would likely do poorly since they’d be swamped and cut in too much. But those were the best for the race this year.
So I stopped along the trail at road crossings a couple different places on Sunday morning. I ran a couple miles with my loaded up sled to make sure it held up. The trail was very hard due to the melting they had had the last week. Also nice and fast. The new snow coming would slow that down though once it got deeper.
I got back to International Falls and dropped my drop bags off at the Community Center. There was a mandatory meeting there at 4pm and then a meal after that. The meeting filled in a few questions I had as a rookie. The race is about 2/3 veteran and 1/3 novice.
After the meal I headed back to check on the weather and do my final packing. I took out a few things and decided to leave my snowshoes as well as it wasn’t going to get over 6 inches of snow and they weigh 3.5 pounds. I saw some people with much smaller and lighter snowshoes so I may need to look into those.
The race started on Monday Jan 30th at 7am for the bikers, 7:02 for skiers and 7:04 for us on foot. I got up around 5am. It was about 10 degrees when I woke up but kept getting warmer by the time the race started. There was a 10mph wind from the south that we’d be going into for the first 9 miles of the race. I wore tights, thermal shirt, wind jacket, gloves, and buff for a hat. 181 were accepted for this race but only 156 ended up starting. 59 runners started.
The bikers started off with fireworks going off. Then the skiers 2 minutes later, and then we started 2 minutes after that. I didn’t hear anyone say anything for the start but just saw people leaving so I followed. They say “release the hounds” to start us off but I must have been too far away to hear it.
I started running and eventually ran with Breanna from Arizona and talked for about an hour. Then John Storkamp caught up and I talked to him for awhile as well. He was just power walking and I had to run to keep up. He’s done this race a dozen times so he knows it very well. Of course every year is still different because of the weather and snow conditions.
The course follows the Blue Ox Grade snowmobile trail from Kerry Arena in the middle of International Falls until it meets up with the start of the Arrowhead snowmobile trail 9.5 miles later. There is a shelter there but no one stops that early I’m sure. There are 10 shelters along the course but I missed one or two of them during the night. We then headed East. This entire first section is flat. It started snowing soon after the start. It looked very pretty but my shoes were getting wet already. Once I turned I took off my buff and gloves since without the wind in my face I was getting warm. I talked to a few other people here and there until things started spreading out more.
The next landmark is crossing Hwy 53 at 18.75 miles. There are train tracks there and I could hear trains but luckily they were past by the time I got there. By this time there was probably a couple inches of snow that had fallen. It of course didn’t look that deep since it always settles. After Hwy 53 the sled started pulling harder so I started walking around mile 24 where shelter #2 is. The small hills start around 26 miles. I think this is around where I met a guy that was running this for the first time. He had done it with a bike I’m pretty sure but he hadn’t really run an ultra before. Meaning each step was a new personal best distance for him on foot. I don’t think he finished the race this year though.
There is another shelter around mile 30. Then the hills start to get a little bigger. Enough that you could ride down them but there was only 1 that I rode down just before the first check point which is Gateway Store. You have to do a short out and back to get to it. The store is 36.7 miles into the race. There is food, etc to buy there. They had I think 5 kinds of soup to buy as well. I changed my socks and noticed my feet were already getting wrinkly from being wet all the time. The usual stuff I do wasn’t keeping them dry. I suspect the warm temps and the constant snowing was the difference. I spent 25 minutes here, it just takes a while to get things done even with a efficient plan.
I left at 4:26 pm and it would be getting dark soon. There were 8 people in front of me when I left but I didn’t know that at the time. I knew of at least 4 due to tracks in the snow but there were people so far ahead that the new snow had totally covered up their tracks. And so began what felt like the longest night ever. The hills keep going and get bigger as time goes on. There are several roads you go across that people tend to drop at and I could see why. It just seems like it will never end. Plus, it does really just keep getting worse for the next 70 miles or so. There are brief easy sections and then more hills. I met a few people and talked to them for awhile. I was never this tired so early in an ultra before. I was only 14 hours into this thing and could’ve slept instantly just laying down. My next goal was the second checkpoint at MelGeorge at mile 72 of the race. I was hoping it would take 11 hours to get there from Gateway but ended up taking 12.
I know many who said they heard wolves along this part. I didn’t. The snow had finally stopped and around 9 or 10 I saw the clouds part for a short time and tons of stars. No northern lights this year. There also was a very slight crescent moon that gave a nice eerie touch once the clouds started coming back in and covered it up.
Since I hadn’t seen anyone in a long time, I put on some music to try to lift my spirits some. It didn’t help that much really. Even though I tend to slow down when talking to people, the time flies by so much faster I wished I would find someone. I know of 2 people that I caught up to that said me talking to them made a big difference in their spirits. That’s the solitude part of the race though. You could choose to stay with someone the entire time but it’s kind of against the point of the race. You should have thoughts of loneliness, boredom, etc that come into your head. That’s the test, to push them out and focus on the ultimate task of finishing. There are plenty of physical reasons to quit this race, all of them are reasons to not even start. But the mental reasons are what stop most people, even the ones who have finished before and know better.
Along the way are shelters 4 and 5. There were people sleeping at shelter 5. I had a room reserved at the MelGeorge resort which is legal for the race. I figured since this was my first year, it would be a good idea in case things went bad. I couldn’t get there soon enough. I was so tired and just tired of the hills. The trail changes directions so many times, I had no idea how much further the check point was. My GPS had to be recharged so when I turned it back on I could see my pace but really had no clue how long was left. The last shelter is 13 miles from the resort which is hours for this race.
Finally I got to the lake that you cross over on for 1 mile to get to the resort. We were supposed to check in first before going to our room so that added a quarter mile of back tracking from where the check in cabin was. I checked in at 4am and 9 people had checked in before me. It was worth it to have a room. I sent a Skype video message to my family since there was no phone service but did have WiFi. My feet were all trench foot. I slept for 2.5 hours with my feet uncovered to dry them out. My shoes dried some but not completely. The new forecast called for -4 degrees Wednesday morning. I finally left at 8:15am after getting ready and going back the quarter mile to the check in point. 16 people left before I did since I was there so long. I knew some would have to bivy again before the finish, but how many? So overall I spent 4 hours there which was longer than I’d like but I needed it due to my feet.
As usual, sleep had wondrous healing powers for me. My feet hurt but looked normal. I kind of had energy but the best thing was the sun was up! Day 2 would be MUCH better than Night 1. There were 2 people who started seconds before me. One was a skier Jerritt and the other was Jeff Firkus who I ran with some at Tuscobia last year. He knew this trail pretty well.
I wish I would’ve taken pictures during the second day but it was a big hassle getting it out of the pack where it was staying nice and warm in case of emergency.
There are the usual hills for the next 2 miles. At exactly 2 miles from the check-in cabin is the turn that can be difficult for some. It’s where you get back on to the main combined arrowhead trail. It was well marked.
2.7 miles from MelGeorge check-in cabin is where my day got amazing! That was the start of a huge downhill that I seriously thought about climbing back up to go down again it was so fun! It’s 150 feet high and I got going up to 13mph according to my watch but it felt like 30. Remember the first time you ever just bombed down a ski hill and felt the wind pushing hard against you and absolutely loving it? Yep, just like that. Felt like I was 13. Some of these downhills would have bumps in them from the snowmobiles so I’d get air on them. Awesome! Remember I had no way to keep this sled going straight other than my hands and feet. That just added to the excitement! There were kind of snowbanks all along the edge of the trail since it’s packed down but I didn’t want to test if they would keep me from flying in the trees. I told Jeff I wish I had a GoPro for that hill. He did have one but didn’t think of it at the time. For the next 32 miles minus about 5 miles of flat towards the beginning of that section, it was nothing but sleddable hills. I was having so much fun. Jeff would bomb down head first to steer with his feet behind him. He left me behind on the flat part section.
I changed socks again since I could feel them soaked again. They didn’t look as bad as yesterday and I was hoping to keep them that way.
That’s when Jerritt and I kept crossing paths. He’d have to take off and put on his skis constantly because of the hills. It didn’t look fun. I was still having fun. Just before 26 miles from the cabin is the start of 2 hills that looked like every other hill we had gone down. The difference was they go way steeper as you went down and had a fairly sharp turn part way down you couldn’t see from the top. I ended up testing those banks on the side of the trail and bounced back and forth spinning and going backwards down the hill. I thought for sure I’d hit a tree but never did. Then right after is another one where I had to really dig my shoes in to not hit a bridge post. I was yelling at Jerritt to get out of the way since I couldn’t stop and he was at the bottom. He told me he ended up in the trees on that first one but was OK.
It then got dark and it started to snow for the second day in a row. Then the hills were kind of scary because you couldn’t see anything with the falling snow reflecting in the headlamp. You never knew where the bottom of the hill was, how steep, nothing. So I ran down a lot more of them. I became bored of hills and was starting to count down the miles to Surly Tee Pee checkpoint at mile 111. The wind really picked up and you could feel the temperature dropping fast for the first time in the race. The forecast was -4 which isn’t bad at all. The wind was mostly at our backs the rest of the race so even the wind wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Finally I hit the turn to the Southeast towards the checkpoint. I started seeing smart ass signs reminding us we’d signed up for this, etc. The usual ultra humor. At least I knew I had to be getting closer.
I got to Surly Tee Pee checkpoint at 9:30pm Tuesday. 14 people checked in before me. I didn’t need to do much and had a plan in my head. I changed socks again (on my 5th pair now). Since it was now colder they would likely stay drier but I had to get the wet ones off. I put on another layer of pants. I got out my second jacket. Got a fleece hat instead of a buff. I put on warmer gloves and got out the next warmer pair and put it in my backpack as I knew the trail got more exposed later on and would need them. I put some more hot water in my cooler and was out the Tee Pee door. It only took my 22 minutes but it didn’t even feel that long. I had no wasted time in my mind. It just takes a long time to get new socks on it seems. They were steaming when I took my shoes off. I left some people behind at the checkpoint that were taking a break as only 10 left before me. I had started to take caffeine at this point but there was no chance I’d have to bivy. I ate the rest of the food I planned on eating so that I’d get an energy boost around 2 or 3 am.
There is one more big steep hill called Wakemup hill after the checkpoint that starts about 1.6 miles out. You go up about 100 feet but get to go down 150 feet. I didn’t know if you could sled down it safely so I dug my shoes in until about the half way point down. Turns out you could just fly down pretty easy as it’s a gentle turn and it slowly flattens out. You go a long way with this hill. From there on out it’s a very gradual uphill to the finish line about 21 miles away. There are some turns here and there but most of the time you can see over a mile in front and behind you at all times.
This next part I wasn’t sure I’d put in here but my wife said I should so I will. About 4 miles in I could see someone ahead of me and I caught up to him soon after sitting on a tree on the side of the trail blankly staring. All his lights were on as I passed him (important for later). One on the back of his sled and one I think on his chest. So he only had 2 but that was all that was required. I said “Hi” and he said nothing in return which was odd for this race or anytime really.
I looked back a minute later and I could see he was getting ready to start up again since lights were moving everywhere. About 10 minutes later he passes me with only his headlamp on super low. All his blinking lights required by the race were turned off. I also couldn’t see his bib number anywhere to know who he was. Obviously he was trying to not be seen by me after he passed me as there is no other plausible explanation. I’ve seen this many times before in summer races. The difference is that it is required during this race to have them on at all times, even in the day because we’re on a snowmobile trail. I was pissed so I sped up and followed him for probably 5 minutes until 2 snowmobiles that were associated with the race came by. I tried to stop them to tell them about his lights but they must have assumed I was saying I was OK and just kept going. They didn’t stop him which I was surprised by.
You see during check-in they were very anal about the blinky lights as really they probably should be. People had already contacted the DNR about being surprised by us being on the trail in years past. If anyone ever gets hit during the race I think we can safely assume the race is dead. At Tuscobia, it’s part of their permit from the DNR that you need at least 3 lights on at all times and at certain heights, etc. I had 3 lights on my head, and 3 more down my back and sled. I also had one in front. I asked several people during the race if they could see my lights and they said the were real good. Really everyone I saw had good lights, assuming they were ON!
I followed him closely as I could only see him by his reflector and had to be fairly close for that. I had planned on doing 20-22 minute miles until the end but was now doing 18 minute miles. It took about 20 minutes and then I caught up to him while he was stopped. As I was coming up to him, I asked him if all his blinkies batteries had died. I then got in front of him and could see a faint red light coming from under his duffle bag at the front of the sled. He had hid them in there. Remember I saw them on the back of his sled in the beginning where they should be. I said, “Oh, there they are, just as I thought” and left him. He didn’t say anything but sure enough they were on again later on when I looked back. He tried to keep up and it did take me about an hour before I couldn’t see him anymore but for all I know he had turned all his lights off and was still just behind me. I refilled my water bottle for the last time after I turned a corner as fast as possible. Basically I spilled water everywhere but got enough in my bottle. I never stopped again.
I was on a mission to not let a cheater beat me. 17 minute miles were common now. I kept thinking about the character Crusher on Blaze and the Monster Machines cartoon I watch with my kids. He always cheats to try to win the races but he never does. In fact, if he wouldn’t cheat he’d likely win some of the races because he’s so far ahead. Sound similar? My kids loved this story when I got home by the way.
I ended up seeing another light up ahead and caught up to him in about 30 minutes. It was Jeff and I had caught back up to him. I briefly told him about the guy behind me. I told Jeff I didn’t care if he (Jeff) kept up and beat me, just as long as I beat the cheater behind us. Jeff did keep up for a while but stopped somewhere and I never saw him again. The trail seemed to go along swamps a lot in this area so I ran anytime I was on icy looking stuff since the sled pulled so nice.
It was colder now and I put on my warmer gloves from my backpack while still moving. I knew we had to turn off the arrowhead trail somewhere and I thought it was soon after crossing CoRd 77. I crossed a road but it never seemed to me that we turned off anywhere. I could see tracks and footprints in the snow and the course was well marked so I knew I was still on the right course but really had no idea how much further it was. My watch had died from the cold. I didn’t want to stop to take my phone out which had a gpx file of the course on it. I’d get there when I got there I told myself. I could tell my speed was slowing now. I was getting tired and it seemed like all I was doing was making turns in the woods. East then South then East then South. Other race reports made it sound like you could see the casino long before you got there but I never did.
Finally I heard some noise. I got to the snow fence area which I thought meant I still had a couple miles left to go. Nope, it means you have like 0.1 miles. I asked a guy how much further to the finish line and he pointed to the top of the hill he was standing by and I could see the banner. To say I was happy is an understatement. Not even so much that I finished the race (I knew that would happen back at Surly), but that I didn’t have to go 2 more miles and I had beaten my new Nemesis. It was 4:56am Wednesday Feb 1st. I had finished in 45 hours and 52 minutes. I proclaimed I’d party till the sun came up which was only a couple hours away.
I told them Jeff should be coming shortly. They take you inside and I had to pick a number from 1 to 10. I don’t remember what number I picked but whatever it was meant I had to do a full gear check so we did that and I passed. I got brought up to the hospitality room in the Fortune Bay Casino and I got my trophy, some food, pop, and my clean clothes bag. The volunteers really are amazing at this race. Jeff came in I think 10 minutes later. My feet looked better than they did at Surly. The cold and wind had dried out my shoes and socks. I got my picture taken with the trophy.
I took a shower and changed. I tried to sleep some but mostly just talked to other racers. Some were just coming in, others had already slept and were getting up to see the new finishers.
I couldn’t wait to get home to my family so I slept some once I got back to my car in International Falls and then drove home.
The cheater was Italian I found out as he came in. That’s maybe why he didn’t say anything to me. But as my wife said, it’s no excuse for cheating and putting himself and the entire race in jeopardy. You need to know the rules no matter what, especially safety rules. There’s no way he accidentally took his lights off and hid them. Her argument made sense to me and that’s why I even put the story in here.
There are some who don’t agree with the sledding aspect of this race. From what I’ve been told it’s always been allowed and I love it. Even if you took every step down a hill you could easily lower your sled in front of you with a retractable dog leash and not have it pushing you down the hill negating the main argument most have against it. I think people should take advantage of it. I don’t think it makes you go much faster as most hills you could run down faster and it takes time to get on and off your sled. There’s only about 10 hills that you really cruise on. The main advantage is the fun factor and the fact you’re off your feet for 10 seconds. I was seriously thinking I would never do this race again until I got to the sledding portion of the trail. That first night for me just kinda sucked. Now I plan on doing it again if I gain entry again.
The headlamp suggestion for 100 lumens or more is a good one. You don’t need more than 50 on the flat parts but if you want to see the bottom of the hills and not overrun your light then you want well over 100. 200 would be good if you have the battery life to keep your headlamp on that high of a setting. I’d crank mine up on the downhills but it didn’t help much this year since it was snowing and all I saw were snowflakes flying at me.
Again the volunteers are great for this race as are the race directors although I never spoke to them directly. Well organized and I saw lots of race associated sleds in case anyone was in danger.
Speaking of snowmobiles, I saw very few non race related snowmobiles the entire race. Only a couple the first day. Probably 15 the second day. For some reason the second night I saw 40 between 10 and 11pm. After that I saw none again. They were all very well behaved riders and none of them seemed surprised by my presence, but then again there was always someone just a half mile ahead of me for most of the race.
There is a ton of walking in this race. I estimate I ran 30 miles, sledded 1.5 miles and walked the rest. The only thing that hurt after the race were my ankles. Those are back to normal and my calves are a little sore. Don’t let the distance scare you if you are thinking of this race. If you’ve done a 50 mile race you can easily finish this from a physical aspect. The cold and your mind are the things you need to train for. Walking just isn’t that hard, even if pulling a sled.
With all that said, I suspect this was an “easy” year both weather and condition wise. 38 of the 59 runners finished which is 64% and pretty high for this race. I remind myself though that even if it was an easier year than most, it’s still 135 miles.
This was my first fixed-time race and took place on Nov 12-13, 2016. It was a spur of the moment thing for me as I was hoping to get a qualifier in so I could apply for Spartathalon next year. I needed 180 km in 24 hours which for this course turned into 83 laps and 112.56 miles, which was more than I needed but the way it worked out due to the 1.3562 mile course.
The course itself is basically running a loop at Chaplin Park in Wichita, KS. I’m pretty sure it is an old landfill near the river that they turned into a park with a large dog park and model airplane park included in it. It is a gravel path with a little bit of sidewalk. The path was greatly eroded in some places where you were running on the geotextile fabric that is under the path. So because of that there were areas of uneven footing. There is a max rise and fall of about 20 feet. You climb up this gradually once and then go steeply down and steeply up right after it (basically crossing a drainage ditch between 2 areas of the old landfill the best I can tell). There are also some gentle 10 foot hills you go down and up each loop. Overall I’d say there is about 70 feet of elevation gain and fall per loop. Not bad as far as trail running goes but was much hillier than I expected from a 24 hour race on a measured course. The 20 foot hill was advertised as such but I wasn’t aware that you’d go up and down it twice each loop plus the other hills. They’ve had the race at a different park other years so it’s possible they may go back to that one.
The event itself was greatly run. The timing chips worked flawlessly as far as I could tell and they posted all the loop splits after the race which will be nice for future fixed-time race planning. There were port-a-potties literally along the course. There was lots of grass along the course that you could set up your own gear/aid station which I did. You could even set up a tent if you wanted. The weather this year was great. Just a little warm during the day for me and nice and cool at night. It did get close to freezing at the end of the race. The aid station could make you food, although I didn’t realize that until later in the night. I think ham and cheese, PB&J, don’t know what else. They had pizza once during the night.
So my race went like this. Started off at 7am and it went really good for about 50 laps, stayed with my pace or ahead by as far as 14 minutes. The next 14 laps went OK, hanging on but not feeling great. Then it flat out sucked. I ended up walking most of the last laps and only ended up with 77 (104.4 miles). I had time for 1 more but I had second place locked and wanted to get going home. Anyone over 100 miles in 24 hours got a buckle so I got one and my second place plaque. The race directors and everyone congratulated me but I felt so disappointed. I let myself and everyone else down that had helped me do this race. My parents watched the kids for a couple days, I spent gas money and hotel money, spent 2 days away from my family, and for what? I guess some lessons in how much Vol State and Superior races linger. I just hadn’t recovered enough and therefore trained enough to get 112 miles.
So what went wrong? I had finished a 100 mile race in under 21 hours just 2 years ago in Kansas with more elevation and hotter temps. That race was just 5 weeks after a hard 50 mile race. I didn’t even get to 100 miles in 21 hours at this race. I got like 97 or something. I probably could’ve really pushed it to get to 100 but that likely would’ve been the end of the race for me. I would’ve crashed even harder. My legs hurt! My toes hurt which didn’t slow me down but it was a sign something was different than normal. My quads, IT band, and even my hips hurt like I was doing a difficult trail 100 mile race. In fact my IT band hadn’t hurt for 4 years until this race. The pain is what really slowed me down. I’m sure this is due to under-training. That under-training is due to having too many hard races this year that took a while to recover from. The people that told me it could take 9 months to fully recover from Vol State are probably right. I also seemed to not have the energy I wanted. Partly that could be nutrition but more so from fighting something my kids had given me. They had fevers 6 days before the race so even though I was only getting a sore throat from it, it was obviously draining me some as well.
I really hope none of my failure was mental. Spartathalon is a race in which you cannot waver. It’s much longer than this race. I set up my early splits fairly fast to simulate what is needed during Spartathalon to stay ahead of the cutoffs. That race has cutoffs at the very first aid station. So if you have to poop at the beginning you better hold it and go fast to the next aid station to allow enough time to go before the cutoff. They have a zero tolerance policy there from what I hear. I’ve heard from a friend that has finished 4 times that you just can’t quit. You can’t even think about it, no matter how bad you feel. Of course it helps that he’s much faster than me and can make up time when needed. I guess the best thing about not getting my required distance is I can put this out of my mind for a while and concentrate on my next race which is Arrowhead 135. I’ve been dreaming of this race for years and it’s in a few months now. This winter will almost certainly be colder than last year so it is sure to be a challenge.
I don’t know if I’ll ever do a 24 hour race again. I’ll likely just find a flat 100 mile race and do it under 21 hours which is another way of qualifying. Going around a loop is boring. I know that doesn’t seem surprising to most people but I didn’t think it would be that bad since I had music to listen to. I still may do a 6 day race at some point though. Yes I know I just said it’s boring but a 6 day is different. You’ll be walking a fair amount later in the race and can actually talk to people to pass the time. I didn’t talk to anyone for more than 20 seconds at this race since I was never going the same pace as anyone else. Also at a 6 day you can stop and rest/sleep whenever you want without ruining your game plan for the race. You also just eat real food since you have time to absorb it. Even with a 3 day race you can’t plan on sleeping much if you want to do well. A 2 day race you really shouldn’t be resting more than a couple hours or at all. All 6 day races I know of are on very flat courses which would make them more enjoyable as well. Perhaps 6 days at the fair near relatives in New Jersey someday.
I made my own gels this race which worked out fine. I made them too thick though so once it got cold I couldn’t get them out of the tubes anymore. I didn’t add any flavoring either so that would be good if I decide to make them again. It’s kind of a pain in the butt making them so I may not try it again (my wife would say it sucked way worse, sorry honey!). I never really hit a wall this race. My split times were within seconds of each other with a gradual decay, unless I had to stop to reload water or use the bathroom. I slowed down for sure but I never felt like I had to walk until the last 5 hours or so which wasn’t nutrition related. My gels were just a 2:1 ratio of maltodextrin and fructose based on research of how much you can absorb through the various glucose transporters. The sweetness was just right for me. Not as sweet as honey so they went down just fine. I just need to add more water next time to thin them out more.
I ended up cutting off 2 toenails after this race. I haven’t done that for years. Same style shoe I’ve worn all year and fairly new but not brand new. Same socks and taping job I always do. I’m not really sure why they got so bad. I mean I did Vol State without a problem, and then going on a pretty easy course for 24 hours wrecks them? The only good thing is that I made my sister puke in her mouth a little when I texted her a photo! Maybe the race was worth it after all.
So I finally ran the Superior 100 race last weekend (September 9-10)! I had previously done the marathon distance (my first trail race ever) and the 50 mile race. Now I can say I’ve done all three. If you’re not aware these are all run on the superior hiking trail which I love and they are all point to point races which I also love.
I’ve forgotten a lot of this race honestly, so I may have sections messed up in my head as far as what happened on which portion of the trail and such. I’ll try to get it right.
The main goal for this race was to finish. I know that’s what everyone always seems to say. That or I want to finish with a smile. I don’t know if they actually mean those statements or not. Most of the time I have a set goal, either a finishing time or place. To me a race is a race. I do have fun before the race and even during the race but for me I’m there to challenge myself somehow. My training runs and journey runs are the ones I do for fun and see the most interesting things in nature. Perhaps I’ll change my mind as I get older. But again I needed to do a 100 mile qualifier for Western States this year and this was the only one that would work so finishing was really my main goal.
Anyway I wasn’t expecting much since it hasn’t even been 2 months since Vol State and the longest run I did since then was 11 miles. The main training I did was running down Hermann Heights hill over and over again to get my quads somewhat in shape for the torture they would endure at Superior. The computer said I should finish around 30 hours. I think I could finish under 30 hours if I trained just for this race but that certainly wasn’t the case this year. So to be more realistic for this years race I put down 31:30 for my goal time on my aid station sheet for my awesome wife who crewed for me. I also made a sheet with 30 and 33 hour goal times in case things went well or bad. There is a lot of data available on split times for the previous races and racers in a spreadsheet format from the race website. I used it to find people that finished around when I expected and then looked to see how much time each section took for them. I did this because some sections are easier than others (maybe more accurate to say some sections suck worse than others since nothing is easy on this course) and I haven’t run the first half of the course to know what they would be like.
The pre-race meeting and bib pick up is the night before the race (Thursday night) and it was great to see the people I knew. It’s getting to be I know more and more people at every race which is nice. I tried to introduce Jessie to some of the other crews that I thought she might see so she wouldn’t be so shy at the aid stations. I got an autographed copy of Kevin Langton’s book. Ian Corless took everyone’s photo. Here’s mine.
The pre-meeting speech was a little over an hour long and since there weren’t many chairs most of us had to stand the entire time. Not a huge deal but if you want a chair, make sure you’re sitting down when they announce the meeting.
Our motel was a mile from the starting line at Gooseberry Falls State Park and since the current race route goes on the bike path for the first 4.5 miles it went right past the motel. Thursday night I taped my feet and repacked everything so Jessie and I both knew where everything was. Then it was bedtime around 10pm. With an 8am start and being so close to the starting line, it was the most relaxed morning before the race I’ve ever had. I could walk to the start line if need be. I didn’t even need to get up much earlier than I normally do.
In fact I’ve never been so calm before a race. I had zero nervousness about this race. I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t pressuring myself for a certain time or just that I had confidence I would finish. The distance certainly doesn’t scare me anymore, and with a 38 hour time limit I wasn’t worried about running out of time. I’m not completely sure of the reason but it was a great feeling race morning just being calm and looking at all the other racers looking nervous.
One guy I kind of know looked pretty nervous to me and my wife. It was his first 100 mile race. I seriously wouldn’t recommend this as someone’s first 100 mile race. They don’t come much harder than this one. We didn’t say anything to him of course and perhaps we were wrong. He did end up dropping out towards the end of the race.
So what would I recommend for a first 100 mile race? Any sort of rail to trail course or other fairly flat course. I did the Heartland 100 (which I still need to do a race report for) for my first and with 6000 feet of elevation gain, it is an easy 100 mile race. That’s not to say it’s an EASY race, it’s still 100 miles but compared to Superior with 21,000 feet of elevation gain and an extra 3 miles of distance, it is easier. Kettle Moraine is probably the easiest more local one, lots of aid stations at that one as well which may be good or bad for a first timer.
So back to the race. Here’s the video of the start. I tried to place myself around 40-50th place since I figured that’s where I’d finish. The nice thing about the new beginning of this race is that it’s on a bike path for 4.5 miles which allows plenty of time for people to spread out a little before getting to the single track (similar to Kettle Moraine).
So the tagline for this race is Rugged, Relentless, Remote. My wife doesn’t like the remote part of that since it’s not all that remote to her. I can see her point since there are a lot of road, powerline, railroad crossings that you could find civilization on in an emergency, but there is no cell phone coverage pretty much anywhere on the course and you’ll never see a house. So while you’re not far from civilization you will certainly feel remote when you’re on a ridge and see nothing but trees and the lake. Regardless, I couldn’t think of 2 more appropriate words than rugged and relentless for the superior trail. This is a very technical trail. By the time you get to the Beaver Bay aid station around mile 20, you will already be hurting some. The trail is almost solid rocks and roots that first section. Not nice smooth rocks, jagged rocks that you have to land on while coming down a steep hill. Oh, and the slate rocks around split rock like to slide around some too. I don’t know how anyone does this race in minimal shoes. They must have to go slower downhills to make sure to miss everything. The roots will trip you up even in the day, even in the beginning of the race. Wait until nightfall! The next 3 photos of the race course give you an idea of what this trail is like. Of course it’s not all like this but these aren’t the exception either. A good chunk of this race is on similar terrain.
I was able to pass a few people on the downhills in the first section to Split Rock. Split Rock aid station is an out and back spur off the trail so I saw a few people I knew ahead of me and then behind me on the way out. I saw a pack of 30 runners all grouped up going into the station while I was leaving it. I kind of wanted to slow down because I was breathing through my mouth some and it was already hot but I for sure didn’t want that pack to catch up to me. I really hate running on single track in a big conga line. I go faster than the vast majority of people on the way down and go slower than they do on the way up. I love bombing the hills like I’m a 6 year old with no fear. In fact there were about 5 people in the middle of the race that kept saying “see you on the downhill” as they past me going uphill. That’s part of the reason I don’t think I’ll ever have a pacer, few people run like me it seems.
Kevin caught up to me outside of Split Rock so we ran and talked for a good while. He loves the downhills like me. We came into Beaver Bay together and met up on the trail again shortly after that aid station. We ran together pretty much the whole way into Silver Bay aid station at mile 25 or so.
Things had slowly started to go down hill for me starting at Beaver Bay (mile 20). It was noon then and hotter than I’d like. No one liked the heat really. I wasn’t nauseous necessarily but the thought of food disgusted me and only plain water tasted good. I had a hard time staying hydrated but I did. I had been eating my regular gels and tried honey this race as well. But really nothing at the aid stations looked or tasted good so I stopped eating for the next 20 miles to try to get things straightened out. I took antacids and gas-x as well just in case that was the cause. I was running slower than I had planned and the course was much harder in the beginning than I planned (most of the elevation of this race is the second half). The trail was so much more technical the first half of this race than the 50 mile race I did 2 years earlier on the second half of the 100 mile course. I was already 8 minutes behind my goal time and felt drained and done already. I’ve never wanted to quit a race before at 20 miles into it. Knowing I still had at least 27 more hours of this kind of weighed on me.
I’ve hiked the section from Silver Bay to Tettegouche before and loved it. It really is beautiful and I don’t remember it being hard at all so I kind of fudged the numbers on my pace sheet to make this section faster than what racers in the past had done. Nope, numbers don’t lie, it was hard. Doing this section after running a difficult and technical marathon makes it hard. I started the section with Kevin and soon told him I was going to have a pity party with myself for about 20 minutes. Not that I didn’t want to run with him but I wouldn’t be too talkative. See, even though at the beginning I didn’t care what time I finished, once I got in front of that big pack, I went into competitive mode. I had been doing math which we all do during a 100 mile race and I was likely not going to finish even in 33 hours. 34 was looking more realistic based on how I felt. I knew I’d feel better at night in the cool air but really 33 hours was the new reality and it took me a while to accept it and move on. It seems odd now, but I just didn’t want to be out there another 1.5 hours. I mean what’s another 1.5 hours when it’s going to take at least 31 hours. The great views of this section did a lot to help me get back to a normal mental state. It is the prettiest section of the trail I’ve ever been on and I’ve been on over half of it. I think this is the area I lost Kevin. He stopped to talk to someone he knew and I never saw him again. Turns out he was having stomach issues as well and ended up quitting as night fell.
I got to Tettegouche having successfully gotten down the drainpipe without injury or slowing me down much. I even passed 2 people going down it. I was 42 minutes past my goal time for that aid station. Yeah that’s a lot. I’m sure Jessie was worried a little. I knew since I fudged my pace sheet that I was more like only 20 minutes over time but I would have to do the next 2 sections faster than I thought in order to even it out.
Tettegouche to CR 6 I don’t think was really all that hard of a section. At least I don’t remember it being very difficult other than my stomach being the main issue for my slowness. I know others say it’s hard so who knows, my memory just isn’t the best this race. I think I could run this section faster if I felt good. I came into CR 6 43 minutes behind so I had stopped the bleeding at least. It was now 6:50pm so I got my headlamp on. I ate something here but I don’t remember what. Something finally tasted good. I still never drank anymore drink mix though the remainder of the race, just water. Jessie’s final words at CR 6 aid station were “hurry up and get to Finland so I can go eat!”
I was glad to get through the section 13 cliff section while it was still light. After that the trail started to get dark and it cooled off. The trail was runnable again and I took off. This section would likely be boring to hike but was awesome to run. Flat, went over a beaver pond I’m pretty sure, more flat and then Finland aid station. I yelled out “bananapants!” so Jessie would know it’s me in the dark. Some people were kind of thrown by that I think. Anyway I was feeling better and had made up a small amount of time. It looked like 33 hours would be possible. Cheese curds at the aid station looked awesome and they were. Finally I was eating again. I had seen rain in the distance that had rained on Finland but I hadn’t gotten wet yet. I wouldn’t see Jessie for 4 hours according to my pace sheet so she could finally go eat.
The rest of the course I had run at least once before so I knew what was ahead. Finland to Sonju Lake is a fairly easy section. You run on a road for a mile or so and then gradually go uphill for miles. It’s a runnable incline and not very technical (comparatively) so with my new found energy and food I made good time.
Sonju Lake to Crosby Manitou I can’t remember much really. I think it is fairly average. The last mile is a road into the state park and the aid station is the parking lot. At my 50 mile 2 years ago I came into the station to see a bunch of people dancing to “What Does the Fox Say”. It was much more subdued this time. I was now only 38 minutes behind my pace sheet. I think Jessie was slightly impressed. She had slept a little bit at least. The next section I remember sucked from my 50 mile race. It’s a very technical downhill which isn’t too bad on fresh legs in the daytime but I expected it to be horrible now. It was 1am and storms were coming. I had planned on 26 minute miles for this section since that’s what other racers did in the past. Yeah, that’s really slow but it’s that bad of a section and 9.4 miles long without any aid.
So off I went. Down, down along the river you could hear but not see very often. Down the giant rocks, down the 30 foot sheer wall of mud that I don’t know how anyone ever goes up. Cross the river. Then crack, boom. The storm was here. Good thing I made it down before it really got wet. I put on my poncho but it never really rained much, just sprinkled with lots of lightning and thunder in the canyon. I hadn’t seen anyone so far but expected I would see people passing me on the 5 mile long hill. Sure enough someone passed me. But I also passed someone who was having trouble with his sandal. Anyway I was power hiking up the incline like a boss. Lightning always makes me go faster as well.
I think it was this section that some sort of animal ran into my left ankle. I heard rustling in the leaves coming towards me from the left and saw a little movement as well. Then something hit my ankle and went away. It felt like what I imagine a chipmunk hitting me would feel like so I’m assuming it was a chipmunk. Although why would it be out at night. And maybe it was actually towards dusk which means much earlier in the race. Like I said, lots of this race is hard to remember.
I ended up getting to Sugarloaf aid station AHEAD of my pace sheet. I had just cut off 50 minutes of time. Somehow my goal time was back in play. The course was now wet and muddy. My feet would be wet the rest of the race for the most part so I went ahead and took off my tape and put on my foot paste. My toes had already started to get wrinkly so it was good timing. No blisters yet at that point. Over night I had passed 9 people, mostly at aid stations. I knew many would pass me again once it was daylight. I felt good having made a cushion though.
Sugarloaf to Cramer Rd it started to downpour. I put my poncho back on. It rained for a long time it seemed like. Then the wind came that would last the rest of the day. I got chilled from the wind and sweat soaked shirt so when I got to the aid station I put on my long sleeve shirt. It was light out now so I left my headlamp with Jessie and hoped to not see it again this race, the dreaded second night.
Cramer Rd to Temperance is a pretty fun section if you have new legs. Lots of fast gentle downhills. The marathon starts from Cramer Rd area at 8am so I wanted to get as much distance as I could before they caught up.
Temperance aid station I know had pancakes and bacon. Awesome! I found the best way to eat pancakes was just to roll them up with the syrup in the middle and eat with my hands. Plastic forks suck. I put on a new t-shirt since it was getting warm again.
The section to Sawbill was bad. Lots of uphill to Carlton Peak. I’ve done it before so I knew what was coming. It’s actually runnable in the beginning if you’re a 50mile or marathon runner but not for me this year. If you’ve never done this section be prepared for lots of false peaks. It went even slower than I thought it would so I lost some time. At this point I had been running for 25 hours and I was pretty tired. I started taking caffeine at 6pm the night before and it helped some but I never felt alert by any means. This was the slowest section of the race averaging 26 minute miles. And yet only 1 person passed me. Well 1 100 mile racer. Marathon runners started passing me. If I remember right the last part of this section is downhill with lots of boardwalks. I like to call them expressways. While they can be slippery, you don’t have to worry about tripping on rocks or roots and they are in flat or downhill sections as well. You can cruise along quit quickly on them.
I finally got to Sawbill and had more pancakes and bacon. I was behind pace again by 30 minutes. Only 3 big hills left though. Sawbill to Oberg is a fast section. It’s also the most muddy even without rain. If you are a marathon runner you should be almost sprinting this section. It seems all downhill to me really. It’s not of course since you climb up Leveaux Mt but still it seems fast every time I run it. In fact I did this section at 4 miles an hour.
This also is the section where a lot of marathon runners past me, or maybe the end of the previous section, hard to remember. They knew I was a 100 mile runner due to the pink ribbons we wore on our backs to let them know. They’d all wait to pass and yell out something like “great job hundred”. I’d move over a lot this section and wonder how much faster I’d be if not for all the moving over and stopping. The 3 main phrases I heard were: “you’re awesome”, “super job”, or my favorite “you’re amazing”. Most of them were women and many held my arm as they passed (I’m sure just to stabilize themselves) and a couple even looked me in the eyes. I told Jessie at the next aid station that she might want to start worrying about all these other women calling me awesome and amazing. Oh wait, they were probably just saying that because I was running 100 miles. Crisis averted. I passed another 100 runner who looked kind of hurt just before the Oberg aid station but had been passed by someone as well. I was also going to get passed by someone soon according to the marathon runners who passed me.
I was in and out of Oberg pretty quickly. I knew a lot of people would be coming after me. I told Jessie I’d probably lose close to 5 more places. I was only 4 minutes over my pace sheet now since I went so fast the last section. This next section is fairly hard with 2 big hills. I was able to hold off anyone passing me until the climb up Moose Mt. I then ran pretty quick over the mountain and down hill. I was hurting a lot by this point (I’ll talk more about pain later) but I just got into this mode where I was able to ignore all the pain in my legs and go. It still hurt like crazy when I stubbed my toes though. I got passed by 3 more people and I had had enough. Even though I wanted so bad to just walk up Mystery Mt I didn’t want anyone else passing me. There was still an hour of race left and I decided I’d see if I could run it all. Mystery Mt is pretty much the only place on the entire length of the superior hiking trail with switchbacks so it’s fairly gradual of an incline. I actually passed some marathon runners on the way up Mystery Mt. I don’t know where the energy came from. Maybe it’s always there and I’m just not pushing myself enough the entire race. Finally the crest and now the downhill. Man I was hoping I’d catch up to someone who passed me. I did see one of the runners on the straight downhill section but he looked back and saw me so he picked it up so I couldn’t pass him the last mile to the finish line.
I love the finish at this race. Over a mile of downhill all the way to the finish line. I crossed the line at 31:14:29 37th place overall and 7th in my new age division of Master. That’s one good thing about turning 40, I’m a Master now. The time was 3:15pm. You get an awesome buckle and finisher medal once you cross the line. Of the 217 that started this race, only 138 finished. 64% which is pretty typical of this race. Of the 6 other runners I knew well, 4 had quit. I haven’t run this 100 before so I don’t know how this year compared to other years but it seemed tough and the finishing times were definitely longer than last year. I got my one drop bag back and got my finisher jacket with my name and my first star for my sleeve.
I was hurting pretty bad but was able to get to the food area and had the chili and corn bread which was better than most years it seemed to me. I went to the hotel and showered in the stand up shower (not easy when you’re super sore). We went to bed around 4pm so I was up for 34 hours. I think Jessie only got about 3 hours of sleep during the race. I can’t remember if I’ve ever been up that long without at least some sleep. It would’ve been at camp as a teenager if I did, and I certainly wasn’t running the whole time. We got up around 8pm and ate an entire 16 inch pizza at Grand Marais. Then back to bed and home the next day.
Here are some more pictures along the course just to get an idea of the awesome views there are. Also some more photos of the varied terrain. Some are from the race Facebook page, others are credited on the photo itself.
So back to the pain thing. My feet were killing me pretty much from mile 20 on. I wore my Altra Olympus I wore at Vol State and they are about as padded as you can get. Those constant sharp rocks and roots really wear on your feet, even with thick soles. Around 8pm is when I was wishing I was doing Vol State again so I could put my feet up and sleep for a bit. But you can’t do that in this race, you just need to keep going. By the end my quads were pretty trashed as expected. Surprisingly my hips were fine, probably since I wasn’t sliding down every hill like at Zumbro. The new tread of the Olympus worked better than I expected. No slippage ever in the mud with these. The foot pain by the end was pretty intense. I was able to block it out the last 2 hours to pick up the pace but I was happy to finally get off them after 34 hours.
Toe pain was even worse. Not from my shoes, but from the constant stubbing of my big toes on what seemed like everything. Rocks were everywhere, even when you thought the path was clear, one would jump up and jam your toe. Then the roots. Oh Lordy, the roots. Relentless in their pursuit to trip you and stub your toes as well. I once had my right foot get caught while running and I had to hop on one foot until I came to a complete stop. I don’t know how I didn’t fall that time. It didn’t tear a hole in my shoe either which was surprising. I stubbed my right big toe at least 100 times during the first half of the race and then for some reason stubbed my left big toe close to 100 times the second half of the race. Weird. I ended up popping blisters under both of those the next day so I’m fairly certain I will lose them both but I’m holding out hope on the right one staying on since it was a very small blister that I had to fish for to find. I don’t know how people with sandals or Joe Fejes with his open toed shoes don’t break a toe on this course. Despite all the stubbing of my toes, I never fell down once! I’m still amazed at that, especially after looking at the photos of the course.
I spent 70 minutes total at aid stations this race. That is way more than I thought I did since there are only 13 stations and I had a crew. I need to shave some time off that next time. Despite being at stations longer than I wanted, I still passed most people at the aid stations. Meaning that I’d leave a station before someone that was already there would. For example, the last section I got passed by 4 people but still only lost 3 places since I passed someone at the station by leaving before them. Most of the race I’d get passed by the same people because I’d always pass them at the station and then they’d catch up again.
I think there weren’t many hornet stings this year either compared to some years. I never encountered any nor did anyone I talked to.
I was able to walk normal by Monday which I was surprised by since I could barely walk Saturday after the race. Amazing what sleep can do to restore you! I ran a couple miles on Friday last week which felt good but my quads were sore on Saturday (yesterday) so I must not be ready to run again yet. I’ll try again in a few days.
Here’s a great blog with commentary on the race winners and lots of photos:
Well that’s it. Short for once! If I didn’t credit you in a photo somewhere let me know.
I am tired, I am drained
But the fight in me remains
I am weary, I am worn
Like I’ve never been before
This is harder than I thought
Harder than I thought it’d be
Harder than I thought
Takin’ every part of me
Harder than I thought
So much harder than I thought it’d be
But empty’s never felt so…full
Toby McKeehan (TobyMac)
Those lyrics pretty much sum up the LAVS race. I’ll still add pages to this race report but I don’t know if I could say it much better than that. This race is HARD! It seems like it would be somewhat easy. Just an easy 50k a day and you beat the time cut off. I’ve run hundreds before, I’ve walked long distances, but everything takes longer than you expect it should in this race. I wanted to see if I could finish a race I knew I would hate. I hate roads, I hate heat, I hate irresponsible dog owners. This race supplied all of those in a great big heap.
This report is long! There is a video at the end. Probably not the best to read this on your phone. Also more details for runners at the end. My college roommate says he likes to get popcorn ready to read my reports so pop away. Enjoy!
I loved the people I met, both the competitors and the vast majority of the local population along the course. Everyone that finishes this race has a shared experience that can’t be matched by other races. While not at war or anything compared to that, we were up against the same horrible things: heat, cars, road camber, dogs, dehydration, hunger, pain, lightning, our minds, and finally time. I really enjoyed the conversations I had with everyone I met before, during and after the race (well not the police officer during the race). I hope to meet many of my new friends again in the future.
I will tell my Vol State story mostly in chronological order but with my usual tangents and physiology and science lessons. I’ll be specific as possible at times so that future competitors can hopefully learn a few things. I learned a lot from other race reports for this race. Read them ALL! It’s no joke running this race without a crew (screwed). You need to arm yourself with as much information as possible. If you have a crew, the only advice I have is to use it. This race would be sooo much easier if I had one. It’s my opinion that if someone doesn’t think a crew would help in this race, then they don’t know how to use one appropriately.
I suppose a little background on the race is in order. You can look at my pre-race report here. You can also read about my practice run for this event here. It’s called the Last Annual Vol State Race as a joke of all the races that were called 1st Annual in the 1980’s. The current course starts in Dorena Landing, MO with a ferry ride to Kentucky, then through Tennessee, part of Alabama, and finally finishing on private property in Georgia called Castle Rock. 314 miles, or 100π or even 500k (least accurate) is the distance of this race. Of course with having to go off course to stores, hotels, graveyards, going on the shoulder from the road a million times, etc it is further.
Since I was running in the screwed division that meant I would have to drive to the finish line in Georgia, a 14 hour drive, and leave my car there. We would take a bus on Wednesday from the finish to a town near the starting line following the course the whole way. After exchanging rental cars due to the first car having completely bald front tires, I left home in MN Monday night and slept in my car to save some money. I finished my drive Tuesday to the Super 8 in Kimball, TN where most of us would stay the night before the bus ride to the start line. I went to Walmart to kill some time and to buy some pop (soda) for the morning of the bus ride. 2L Sun Drop was on sale for $1 so that’s what I got. Little did I know how much Sun Drop I would drink the next week.
I went back to the hotel as it was 3PM and people should be checking in. I met Wayne McCombs who I had met on the bus at Tuscobia and learned a lot from. He would be driving the “meat wagon” this year which is the van that brings the quitters back to their cars at the finish line. He reminded me of a few pointers he had given before. Mainly to go slow in the beginning and to stretch. Those are VERY important things for this race if not all multi-days. I’ve only done one multi-day so I don’t have much experience but it certainly helped me in this race.
I also met John Price who has run this race more than anyone and wrote the guide book for the race. It was a helpful book. I brought the whole book with but if I were to do it again I wouldn’t take the whole thing. I would laminate the turn by turn written directions and have them in a very accessible place (some hung them from the front of their vest). The rest of the book I would just take pictures of the pages with my phone. I ended up taking pictures of the pages on the second day since it was much easier to get to my phone than take my pack off to get to the book. I also saved the .gpx file of the race route into my phone and could always tell if I was on the course with the GPS on my phone. I had added the changes to the book since the last printing and also added the road angel aid stations that people on Facebook said they would have in their yard, fire station, etc. I think a lot of people didn’t know that locals would put details on the race Facebook page of where they would set out water, etc.
I met a few other people at the hotel that I can’t remember now. The one person you’d have a hard time forgetting was JT Hardy. I’m an introvert for the most part but at an event like this where I have something in common with everyone it isn’t hard for me to talk to strangers. I think JT would never have a hard time talking to strangers. We discussed strategy a little, not even pretending that we really knew anything. His longest race was a 50 mile so I guess I had a little on him there but this race is way beyond even the 100 mile races I’ve done. I basically told him my plan on holding back the first day and what I had been doing to try to get heat acclimated.
So we all ate together at a Chinese buffet which we call the next to last supper. It was awesome as it had sushi and the shrimp I like. I sat next to JT and filled him in about the .gpx file and how to view it on his phone. I ordered my finisher jacket since that’s when you order them (if you don’t finish they’ll give you your money back). We got our race shirts as well. This is important as if you didn’t want to carry it during the race, you wanted to get it now and leave it with your suitcase in your car. Once you get on the bus ride the next day, you should only have what you want for the race or what you plan on throwing away. There are no drop bags with this race!
I got back to the hotel and taped my feet. I figured I’d have more time tonight to do it right than tomorrow night. I skyped with the kids. I checked over my pack list one more time, not like it mattered anymore. I did end up taking out my long sleeve shirt and a stretch band. What I wish I had brought was another tech t-shirt that I could keep dry, more on that later.
I drove to the finish line and parked my car in the field. I left my keys in the rental car as I didn’t want to lose them along the way. I got on the bus and sat next to JT. We started off and I met a bunch more awesome people. John Price was on our bus so he would tell us things about the course. It took nearly 8 hours to drive to the start with 2 bathrooms breaks and a lunch break. 8 hours to drive the course! I got a lot of Facebook friends so we could keep in touch during the race and after. The lunch was at the Glendale Market which is where the Bench of Despair is located.
I found out a few people on the bus didn’t know there was a google group for the race so they made sure to get on that. They kept asking how some of us know so much more about the race. Again knowledge is power if you run this screwed. Get on the Last Annual Vol State Race google group if you plan on running this. That’s where you can ask a lot of questions to people who’ve run it before. Really you want to meet someone who’s run it and talk to them for an hour to get a better idea of what it will be like.
We got to Union City which is where we stayed in a hotel with an assigned roommate and ate the Last Supper. This meal was at a buffet as well and the final directions of the race were given to us. We got our American flags that we had to have displayed at all times during the race. I found one on the road in McKenzie and wondered if that person got disqualified. I talked to Andrei Nana from Florida who has run the Spartathlon race in Greece. It’s a race I’m interested in running if I can get my speed up a little and if this race went well since it is also a road race. My wife is even more interested in this race. Not so much to crew me but because it’s in Greece! I also ate with a few other people that weren’t on my bus that I ended up seeing for much of the race, Jesse Koketek and Novle Rogers. My assigned roommate for the night was Paul Wilkerson from Illinois. He told me right away he snored. Great. Luckily I had planned for this by putting the white noise CD I made for my children on my ipod. I put in my earbuds and dozed off just fine.
The next morning we loaded on the buses to the ferry. Most of us were taking pictures of each other and talking to the famous people no one outside of ultrarunning have heard of. There were definitely 2 guys going for the course record. Greg Armstrong who did end up beating the record by about an hour and John Cash who ran this race for the first time. Greg won it the last 2 years. We paid the $2 for the round trip ferry ride and walked on board headed to Missouri.
I thought briefly about how far I had to go. I remember my first marathon 4 years ago which was from Two Harbors, MN to Duluth, MN. You could see the lift bridge of Duluth for much of the race and get an idea of how much you had left. I couldn’t see the finish line from here though. In fact I’d have to be 34,570 feet above the ground to see the finish line. You would have to be ever higher if it wasn’t for the fact that the finish line is 1200 feet higher than where we started on the bank of the river in MO.
82 of us started Thursday July 14th around 7:45AM with the lighting of the cigarette. The ferry was late so I’m not sure of the real time, it was supposed to start at 7:30. I finished (spoiler alert) just after the sun came up on Wednesday July 20th, for a total time of 5day, 22hours, 12minutes, 6seconds. 18th overall and 8th in the screwed division. I was also the first person from MN to ever run this race. I am super pumped that I got a 5 as the first number. Being so close to 6 days, I now have an idea of what I would get at a 6 day race. This time is actually in the range that the computer said I would finish in. I wanted to be done by 8 days so I’d have time to sleep and drive home for my son’s birthday party. I made it in plenty of time! I didn’t think I’d make under 6 days until about 2am that morning of the finish. I took caffeine pills for the first time during the race the night before I finished and it helped me to not have to sleep much at all that last 36 hours. Only 62 would finish.
You’ll see in the video how most runners just look like everyday people. There is no body type for ultrarunners. We come in all shapes and sizes. That old guy you see in church, could be a Vol State finisher. The truck driver you see on the interstate, same thing. The woman pouring your coffee at your local restaurant, same thing. I just want to drive home that anyone can do this if they really want to. Sure it takes training and determination, but you don’t need to be a super athlete.
The first part of the race is going mostly uphill through Hickman, KY. It was the slowest I’ve ever started a race. I planned on holding back the first 2 days. I had never done a multi-day race before and I was told by several veterans of the race not to overdue it in the beginning.
So the first 10 miles or so were pretty awesome. Cars were moving way over. It was cloudy and was obviously going to rain at some point in the near future. We even had a stray dog start following us. You can see a video of her in action at the end of the report. She would constantly run in your way and jump and try to bite your shorts. Kim Wheeler and Liz Norred named him Underfoot. Finally at the Tennessee border, Wayne McCombs was taking pictures of us so he took Underfoot to keep her from bugging us. I jokingly thought to myself Underfoot knew she couldn’t cross state lines without a health paper so she stopped. He ended up taking her to a vet to get her shots, dewormed, etc and became the owner of Maxine, his 6th dog. I saw a picture of her a week later and it looked like she had gained about 5 pounds already.
It was a few miles from Union City that it started raining. I don’t mind rain but I hate wet shoes, especially at the beginning of a multi-day. I finally got to Union City 16 miles into the race, ran with JT to downtown, and ate at a Wendy’s. They always have free wifi at Wendy’s and I waited out the rest of the storm there. I spent at least 30 minutes longer than I wanted to there but I wasn’t going out in the rain if it would quite soon. The sun came out and I was on my way. Now, I know the race director called that first day easy because it was cloudy and rained but it was full sun all afternoon where I was running. It got hot! My shoes kind of dried but I ended up changing my socks 6 miles out of town at Outdoor Outfitters. Check out the bathroom stall photo.
I already had a small blister from having wet feet the last 3 hours so I took care of that as well.
So before the Outdoor Outfitters store (at mile 22.2) is the 20 mile bridge check-in. There is a rendering plant near there. Most people complain a lot in their race reports about the smell, calling it stinky bridge and the worst mile in the race. The smell wasn’t bad at all! I was amazed how little it smelled since I’ve cut open lots of rotten dead animals in the summer for work and it wasn’t anything like that. Basically if you were to cut open a dead animal when it was below zero and nothing has really gotten rotten because of the cold, that’s what it smelled like. The D-lab at vet school smells way worse to my veterinarian friends reading this.
Anyway soon after this bridge I came upon JT who had left Union City before me. He was laying on the side of an intersection in pain. His calves were cramping up bad. I wish I would’ve taken a video of it, his calf muscles were all quivering and contorting like mad. Looked pretty cool but I’m sure it hurt like crazy (sorry JT, it really did look cool). So Liz and Kim caught up to me just then as well. We got him in the ditch on the other side of the road in the shade. There isn’t much you can do with a cramp other than wait for it to quit. Stretching just causes damage. I think he took some salt tabs but those haven’t been proven to work by any real research. All the well done unbiased research I’ve read shows salt does nothing. Muscle spindles misfiring is the most likely cause of muscle cramps based on the newest research I’ve read. These are the cells that tell your spinal cord how much stretch the muscle has and more importantly how fast it is being stretched. The body is basically over-reacting to the misfiring of the muscle spindles. Or I guess it’s more accurate to say, the body is appropriately responding to malfunctioning muscle spindles that are sending way too many action potentials to the spine. It thinks the muscle is being overstretched way too fast and causes the muscle to contract to prevent damage to the tendons and muscle itself. Many things can cause them to fire inappropriately but some proven things are caffeine and physical damage to them. If you’re prone to cramps, don’t take caffeine, it lowers the amount of input (stretch) needed to fire an action potential. Prevention research is still ongoing. Just make sure when you read something you look at who sponsored the research and who’s telling you about it, almost everyone is trying to sell you something if they talk about cramps. I hoped the placebo effect of salt tabs would work for him and left.
Sergio Bianchini came along then and I ran with him for a few miles. He is a character. He’s 75 years old and running this for the second time I think. His running style wasn’t what you would call great but he’s 75 freaking years old so he must be doing something right. I saw him at the end of the race and he was running the exact same as in the beginning. JT I’m sure has hundreds of Sergio stories as he ran with him for I think 3 full days. JT posted videos during the race and in one of them Sergio bought him lunch which consisted of a completely brown banana (it was cheaper than the yellow ones) and a can of Ravioli for a buck. He would later get his arm hit by a car mirror and sliced it open. He never stopped to have it looked at. Just wrapped something around it and kept going. I think he said “no problem”.
It was also with Sergio that I met my first road angel which is what we call the people that give us aid during the race, mostly just cold water. As a screwed runner we can only get help from strangers not affiliated with the race or from other screwed runners still competing in the race (I couldn’t help anyone once I finished the race). Crewed runners or their crews couldn’t help us at all. I got ice cold water from this road angel. It felt amazing. I could run again! At this point I had been reduced to basically just walking so that I didn’t overheat.
The heat was never ending and really got about the worst at 5pm after we had left Martin. The sun was full on our backs. Oh and there was NEVER any wind this entire race. I’m used to MN where there is almost always a little wind. Nope nothing in TN. If you weren’t making your own wind by running you didn’t get any. Semi trucks started to be something to look forward to instead of being afraid of because you would have 2 full seconds of air movement after it passed. Sometimes I’d almost get cold if there were 3 of them in a row.
To acclimatize before the race I had been getting my core body temp up over 101 by taking nice hot baths after a run for about an hour. I did this for 4 days plus just the regular working outside for my job that I’ve done all summer. I also made sure to always run on the hottest days and hottest time of day as possible for all runs this summer. I think what I did helped me some as the first 2 days weren’t super horrible, just horrible. By day 2 I was definitely showing the signs of acclimation. My sweat was very dilute which I had never experienced before. Usually there are salt deposits on my clothes, face, pack, etc. None of that this race though. When sweat fell in my mouth I could barely taste any salt. That’s a normal heat acclimation response. The others are increased plasma volume which I had no way to measure and that you sweat a larger volume, that was easy to tell! Sweat will drip off your shorts, gross.
The air temps the whole race ranged from 92-100 I think. It’s hard to really know, but that’s what the vehicle temps said according to drivers we talked to. The dew point was basically 70-74 the entire race with very little change. It was foggy at night and so you could never dry out. The humidity in MN is worse in July than TN. The dew point gets in the 80’s with some regularity in July here. The corn plants just pump moisture in the air like crazy on a sunny day, plus all the lakes and sloughs. I was kind of surprised that it wasn’t more humid during the race.
BUT! The sun is much hotter in TN. Even though the race ended a month after the summer solstice; at the finish line the sun was still 5.6 degrees higher in the sky the day I finished than it was at home on the summer solstice. 95 humid and shady = not too bad. 95 humid and sunny = slow zombie walk of death. The sun adds in my estimation 15 degrees to what it feels like. Add to that the fact that full sun makes the road 150 degrees. Your feet sweat a lot and I switched socks at least once a day to keep my feet dry. I’d hang the wet pair on my pack to dry in the sun as I ran.
It was clear to me though that I would want to run as much as possible at night. The heat just drained me that first day. It was hard not to get mad at myself. We had only made it 40 miles by the 7:30 pm check-in. It wasn’t so much that we were only at 40 miles since I was planning on going slow anyways. It was more-so that I felt so drained, like I had actually tried hard and still only made it 40 miles.
OK, back to the story.
Martin was the next town and I stopped at burger king at mile 27.7 to cool off and eat. 7.5 hours to get there, freaking ridiculous. Some people got hotel rooms to beat the heat. I didn’t want to get a room unless I could sleep so I kept going. Martin is a long big college town so it took awhile to get out of town.
The next section to Dresden is where I met up with JT Bolestridge, Novle Rogers, Patrick Sweatt, and Jesse Koketek. We were walking into the town of Dresden (which has some big Iris festival every year by the way) walking 5 wide down the road feeling kind of bad ass for some reason. We ignored the guy dressed as a pizza. We stopped at the aid station that the city had set up at a park pavilion. We all charged our phones, had some snacks and water and tried to sleep/relax after the 7:30 check-in. Oh we had to check-in at 7:30 AM and PM everyday so they knew if they needed to look for us if I hadn’t made that clear already.
I couldn’t sleep but it felt good to get off my feet. I think I called home then as well. Mostly I’d just leave Skype messages when I had decent WiFi and receive the videos the kids would send. By about day 4 though the kids didn’t care anymore. Plus the microphone in my phone was all messed up due to the sweat and humidity.
I moved on towards Gleason in the dark. I chose to not have my headlamp on unless a car was coming. I had yellow triangle reflectors on both sides of me. With the almost full moon it was easier to see in the trees without a headlamp. I carried my mace all the time at night and towards the end even carried it during the day since the last half of the race is much worse for dogs. It was kind of creepy going through the deserted old highway with trees lining both sides of the road but there was always another runner within ear shot even if you couldn’t see them. It went through what seemed like a wetland in the dark. Lots of weird frog sounds in addition to the Katydids. I’d see a shooting star now and then most nights including this night. Many nights you would see a faint flash in the sky now and then from lightning miles and miles away.
I met up with Novle and JT (Jason) again and I think we met up with Ed just outside of town. When we came into Gleason before midnight we saw a big group of kids. They were wondering if we were looking for Pokemon. We said no. We could hear them commenting to each other, “why wouldn’t they be out looking for Pokemon?” Gleason had an aid station at the fire station. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches of which I had 2, water, other food, and showers! I took a shower and tried to sleep while charging my phone. Again no luck so I left around 12:30AM I think and headed to McKenzie
On the outskirts of McKenzie there are a bunch of semi trailers parked. I went over to them to see if there was anywhere to sleep under or in them. There were also some large dumpsters (the long kind you put construction garbage in usually). While snooping around I heard what sounded like 3 kids walking on the road and talking loudly. They were coming from the wrong direction to be a runner so I ducked down. I walked around the dumpster as they went past so that they could never see me. I later found out they were from the aid station looking to see if more runners were coming. I just figured the less interaction with people at 3AM the better. I kept on moving into town after that.
I made it to McKenzie by myself and they also had an aid station set up at some building. There was some food, drinks, and a bathroom. I had a PB&J sandwich again. The building had mats on the floor. They weren’t super comfortable but they were better than concrete or dirt under a trailer and looking back now, actually they were comfortable compared to other places I would sleep later in the race. At least I could lay on my side on them. I slept for almost 2 hours I think. I was thinking of staying in the hotel in town that night but I likely would’ve slept too long so it was a good choice to sleep in the building I think. Other people had caught up and were already leaving as the sun came up on day 2. I thought I better get going as well. Plus there was some morning workout group outside the door doing their cross-fit type looking thing. I suspect we had taken up residence in their normal work-out area.
There was a 24 hour gas station on the outside of town so I got some pop and chips. The run that morning was nice. I put my headphones on for the first time and enjoyed the foggy views of kudzu growing up trees.
I checked in at mile 64 just before Huntingdon. Nothing was really open in town and no gas stations were along the course. I got some water at the police station and aired out my feet.
Here is a video of what the typical town square looks like. We didn’t go through this town but they are all eerily similar. All have one way roads going around the courthouse in the center with parking around it. This one doesn’t have a movie theater but one building looks like it used to be. I didn’t make the video so don’t hate me for how long it is. Start at 0:45 into it.
My goal was to make it to Parkers’ Crossroads at mile 81 where there was food and hotels. I wanted to get there by 1PM to beat the heat and sleep. It took me until 2:30PM to get there and it was super freaking hot and sunny again. I went into Dairy Queen and started getting all dizzy and my ears were ringing. So I decided to sit for a little bit before I ordered. I was still hydrated since I was sweating like crazy but I obviously was overheated. It took me that long to get there because I had to walk the last 10 miles or so since it was so hot and I hadn’t rested much yet. I got my food which was awesome and stayed at the Knights Inn which was the most reasonably priced hotel the entire race. I showered and washed my clothes in the sink. I slept for about 3.5 hours.
It was also at this stop that I realized I was getting heat rash all around my ankle under my gaitor on my left leg. I had worn gaitors to keep the road dirt and sand out of my shoes. They did that job great but looking back they definitely were the cause of the heat rash I think. While I had heard of heat rash and correctly made that diagnosis, I didn’t really know what it was so I googled it. The Mayo Clinic website information on it made me laugh. So it’s plugged up sweat glands which made sense. The funny part is the treatment. Spend as much time as possible in air-conditioned buildings, don’t exercise, etc. None of those things were going to happen.
I got up and re-taped my feet as the tape was coming loose from being wet the first day and I wanted to get a good look at the blister. I put a blister band-aid on it under the taping. I tape with cover-roll stretch for those new to my blog. I also put new kinesio tape on my left leg as that gets old after a few days as well. I had wanted to sleep longer but I happened to wake up before my alarm and checked the weather. Rain was coming. I had hoped it would be over before I woke up. So I figured I’d get going and try to make it to Lexington 10 miles away and wait out the storm there in a restaurant.
I started out in the sucky suck heat that doesn’t stop until the sun goes down at 8pm. I got a few miles out of town to check in at 84 miles at the 36 hour check-in. Wow, I was behind where I’d hoped to be but not unexpected either. I had no real clue how to do a multi-day. I was about to learn a few lessons over the next 24 hours.
There were super dark clouds behind me and to the side of me. On radar both cells were moving towards me somehow. The food in Lexington wasn’t until mile 90.5 so I had just over 6 miles to get there. The road was wide so I listened to my ipod and started booking it. I really wanted to use the glycogen I had stored up during my slumber sparingly to last through the night. But lightning coming down tends to make you move faster than you might otherwise go. There was a gas station about 4 miles out of town but I didn’t want to sit on a curb and eat junk so I kept going. I looked down at my watch. 8 minute miles. I felt amazing! Running was so easy now that it had cooled some and I was being chased by a storm. I was even running up hills. Only a superstar trying to win the race or an idiot runs up hills in an ultramarathon this long. I ran the 6.5 miles in 1 hour when I finally got to the turn in Lexington that is supposed to have everything. I ran around the area and did not find a single sit down restaurant. Only gas stations and a couple pizza places with nowhere to sit as far as I could tell. I was kind of pissed as I was looking forward to some pasta or something like that since I knew I’d have at least a half hour to kill while the storm passed. Nope, you don’t get pasta (normally I hate pasta but I really wanted it now), you get more gas station food. So I went in to the Little General and got some chicken fingers and potato wedge things. I had a bunch of chocolate milk as well. I talked to the workers there who thought I was crazy. There was an outlet so at least I could charge stuff up while I sat. The rain didn’t start for 30 minutes. It seemed imminent just before I got there with the wind picking up for the first and last time the entire race. Oh well, it barely rained for 20 minutes but I was still glad not to be in it. Juli Aistars and Jan Silverman came in to the store and stayed about 1 minute and went out before the rain started. I posted to Facebook I was happy to be catching up to some of the people that had run the race before. They were all going into night mode like I was planning so that seemed to confirm that my plan was a smart one.
I started out again and now got to go mostly downhill out of town. I saw a live armadillo and got a video of him. I knew there was supposed to be some water left out at a fire station in Chesterfield since they posted to the race Facebook page. It was more than I had hoped for. They had some snacks too! Snickers if I remember correctly. I remember I was very happy and wished I had some paper to write a thank you note.
Soon after and without any fanfare at all I crossed the 100 mile mark. If anyone had ever marked it on the road, I never saw it. I took a video of myself making a new personal distance record. Every step after would further that record. I don’t remember much about Darden other than there was a closed gas station with a pop machine out front. I got a couple of them. If I remember correctly there was also a park or campground with a super kick ass playground with lots of soft areas to sleep, but I didn’t feel tired yet. This was 100.9 miles into the race.
Parsons was almost 6 miles away. It seemed to go pretty slow. I was feeling pretty drained at this point since I had wasted so much energy with my race into Lexington. What I did in an hour then, took almost 2 hours now. I didn’t know what I’d find in Parsons to sleep on. There was a hotel in town but I didn’t feel like spending money for a couple hours in a hotel plus I really didn’t feel like waking up the owner at 2:30 in the morning. So I found a tractor trailer that had large wood beams (looked like untreated railroad ties) stack on it. I climbed up there and got out my sleeping bad liner for the first time. It’s silk and weighs 4 oz. I treated it with permethrin to keep the chiggers, ticks, and mosquitos away from me. It worked well keeping insects away but it wasn’t as warm as I had hoped. If I would’ve been able to change into dry clothes or at least a dry shirt before I laid down to sleep, I don’t think I would’ve gotten cold. I was ALWAYS soaking wet anytime I was outside, day or night didn’t matter. Either I’d be sweating like crazy or it was too humid for anything to evaporate. I set my alarm for 4AM (not like I ever slept until my alarm went off when sleeping outdoors).
Around 3:30AM, 2 or 3 kids were out with their dog chatting up a storm and I assume looking for stupid Pokemon as it seems that’s all I saw people doing on sidewalks the entire race. This set off EVERY dog in Parsons. Dogs were barking everywhere and never stopped. So I got up super tired and cranky. Not good as I knew the next section was supposed to be one of the worst road stretches of the race. I started moving at 3:50AM. The gas station in town was open so I got some food. I saw a few places that would’ve been much better for sleeping which made me more grumpy.
It was Saturday so I thought at least I’m getting the worst part of the road done without traffic since it’s not a work day. People may want to call Southerners lazy but the roads are super busy at 5am on a workday so somebody’s working. Well, I didn’t get the memo that said you will surely die or have horrible things happen to you if you don’t get to the TN River with your boat by sunrise. It was a constant barrage of trucks hauling boat trailers. No one was even close to the speed limit and no one moved over. There is literally no shoulder for 4 miles out of Parsons. It’s also very hilly and the last foot of the road has a severe camber. I got a blister on my pinky toe due to my foot constantly having to fight the camber and from my foot slipping off the asphalt into the ditch a bunch of times. The road gets a little better after that to the TN river bridge but not by much. There is a hotel along the way and that’s about it as far as services go. There are a few closed down gas stations.
I met up with Bo Millwood and Karen Jackson just before the bridge. They were doing this for the second time together. I think Karen had done it a few times before. If I remember it right, Karen’s Christmas present to Bo was to pay the registration fee for the race. I saw a photo of them from last years race that still busts me up laughing. They used it as their Christmas card photo! There are super nice people. They must have something special to still like each other after running this two years together. Yes she runs this in thin sandals. They also took a dog home from the race. It ran along with them over 30 miles so how could they not keep it!
We crossed the TN river and they stopped at a gas station just on the other side of the bridge. I think this is around mile 112 of the race. I don’t think I saw them again until the finish line. I know they were always ahead of me at the check-ins anyway. Karen was first place screwed woman which I think was her goal. Awesome!
So it was 12 miles until the Commodore Hotel in Linden. I had heard the story of Bo and Karen last year trying to stay there and not getting in since they didn’t have a reservation. They had to grind it out in the hot afternoon to the next hotel 20 miles away. I heard this story at about 1 AM so I made a reservation at 2AM while I was getting ready to sleep on the wood pile in Parsons. It was just after 6AM now so I thought I’d get there around 9:15 and was a little worried the room wouldn’t be ready yet. Oh silly me, you didn’t know your race would come to a grinding halt before you got to Linden did you?
Looking at my GPS watch data it looks like I made it almost 4 miles at a decent pace. The last 8 miles took 3 hours which looking back at it now doesn’t seem that slow. But it felt horrible. Really the only reason it didn’t take 3.5 hours was that I ran downhill very painfully into Linden just so I could get there faster. So what happened? My ankles and feet were visibly swollen. My heat rash was even worse and now on both ankles. It was a solid red rash now instead of spots here and there. It hurt to move the skin in any direction so of course walking and running both hurt. By the time I got to the hotel at 10AM I had been on my feet for 6 hours without stopping. I later determined that was the key issue, not getting off my feet and raising them up.
I somehow caught up to Clark Annis, Jeff Deaton, and Brian Trinkle about 4 miles from Linden if memory serves me right. They all seemed to be fighting some sort of injury as well but seemed in much better spirits than me. Looking back I should’ve laid down somewhere and tried to cool off but I didn’t. A road angel came by with some water. I didn’t really need any at this point anymore. Parsons to Linden is indeed a long haul (about 18 miles) with no where to get water at night and barely anywhere during the day. So I left Parsons with 3.5L of water and drank a 20 oz before leaving town as well. I still had enough to get to Linden so I didn’t need water. I did have a string cheese though, which was AMAZING! I wish it was like WI where every gas station has bags of fresh cheese curds siting out.
If I remember correctly there were some super steep driveways leading off the road and going up the side hills in this section. Someone said they would buy a beer for whomever made it to the top first. No one tried. At that point I would’ve been happy to be able to somewhat run on a flat road, let alone sprint uphill!
I got to the Commodore Hotel and got to the front desk looking the most pathetic I would look the entire race. It seemed like I could barely talk. I took out my money wallet thingy and just handed her everything since I couldn’t get anything out. I asked if any restaurants were open yet and they said they could make me something. I don’t think they were open yet but I must’ve looked pathetic enough to make me something. They brought out a menu and I picked the spinach and artichoke dip appetizer and the special hamburger they made there. I just said charge it to the same card. I was hunched over hanging onto the desk this whole time mind you.
The room was in another building so we went there. She was clearly worried about me falling down in the street. We had to go up stairs and then downstairs to get to the room. Whatever. The bed looked super comfortable and I later found out it was. She showed me everything in the room, something about the air conditioner, she could bring me a black out curtain if I wanted, etc. She was going to bring me 2 bags of ice since there wasn’t an ice machine in that building I think. I was kind of out of it. So tired and painful. I just took off my pack and laid on the bed, I never even locked the door. I at least remembered to get stuff plugged in to charge. At this point I was getting concerned with continuing the race or at least with how long it would take. I wasn’t panicking or anything but it didn’t look good and there was a lot of race left, 190 miles to be exact. I took NSAIDs to help with the pain and swelling. I hoped to not take anything this race since there was always a risk of dehydration which is a bad combo with NSAIDs.
I watched Top Gear on BBC for the first time while waiting for the food. I always see ads for it when we watch Orphan Black but never saw it before. It was the #1 show in the world for a while I guess. Anyway, finally a knock on the door. “Come in” I say. I had to yell it like 3 times that the door was open. Perhaps I couldn’t really yell, I was so tired. She finally came in with the food and the ice. I put the ice on my ankles and the food on my lap. The artichoke dip was almost half cheese! So freaking good. The hamburger honestly kind of sucked but who cares I was starving. I put the tray out and locked the door this time. Got naked and put my feet on pillows and passed out for 5 hours straight.
When I got up it looked dark out. Turns out the window was just shaded from the sun now and it was raining. Hey at least I’m not in the rain. I could actually walk to the bathroom OK. I drank a bunch and went back in bed, this time with the ice under my ankles. I fell asleep for a little bit and then checked email and such. I thought about showering but figured it wasn’t worth it at this point anymore. I emailed the group to see if anyone wanted my room. JT and Sergio would end up taking it. I never asked if they cuddled in the king size bed or not.
On a tangent this is where I switched to my large pair of socks. I brought 4 pairs of socks. 2 Medium and 2 Large Injinji. I only wear Injinji socks as I get a lot less blisters with them. I switched to the large pairs as my feet had swelled enough by this point to make them the better choice. If you didn’t know already, you’re feet will swell during this race. Both from the heat and from being on them all the time. My pair of Altra Olympus 2.0 shoes I wore I got a half size bigger than my normal Olympus size. I may still keep this larger size on the next pair as well though and haven’t decided. I never had to cut my shoes open like some others did to relieve pressure and help with blister pain. In fact I never had blister pain. My early blisters healed by the time I finished the race. Make sure to take care of things early before they hurt. I don’t care if you’ve never gotten a blister before, you better know what to do because you will get them in this race. Go soak your feet and run 30 miles on the hottest day you can find to make yourself get blisters if you’ve never gotten them so that you learn before the race what to do. Seriously. I was surprised there were people who didn’t bring anything to take care of blisters in this race but there were and they paid for it dearly. The chances of you being by a store the moment you need something is very very small. Take your shoes off every time you stop to let things dry off.
You’ll notice a fair amount of the leaders in this race wear sandals. If you can handle running in them they are a great choice. Your feet won’t be as hot or wet and so you should have few to no blisters. Don’t wear vibrams though. You need more than an eighth of an inch of protection from the nails, glass, etc on the road. Also the road gets to 150 degrees in the afternoon and you need some insulation between the road and your feet. Only 1 guy ever ran this is vibrams and I’ve never read a race report that talked about his feet hurting so much more than that one.
Of all the items I brought, I didn’t use: my wet weather foot paste which I tossed on day 4 (4oz gone), my emergency light, a super small pocket knife, rain poncho, buff, and duct tape which I brought to fix things if need be. I would still take all of those things if I did this race again. Everything else I brought I used some of. I did not completely use up anything. Learn how to tape your feet by yourself if you’re used to someone else doing it. I don’t think there was any luck involved with me not having blister pain. I planned and tested things as much as possible for this race beforehand. I knew things would still go wrong but I tried to have versatile things along that I could McGyver something with.
OK so back to the race. I left my key at the front desk and asked for ice water. I saw the woman who checked me in and she didn’t recognize me at first since I could walk and was upright. The amazing powers of sleep and ice! I left at 6:30PM and went to the grocery store to buy some food and pop. I got a 8 pack of fun size snickers and ate them all. I met Juli and Jan again there. The next town was Hohenwald which was a long town. The food and motel part of town was 20 miles away. A few miles out of town is a gas station that was supposed to be open until 7:30PM or so. It was closed when I got there just before 7. Jesse was sitting outside the store feeling very sorry for himself. He had gotten there at 6 and it was closed then already. I had planned on getting water here like he did so that sucked. But then I found a spigot on the side of the building and filled up. Jesse said he was going to pout a little longer so I left him. This is an area that is easy to miss the turn. There is a Y and since you are going against traffic and you need to go right at the Y, it is easy to just keep on going straight and not cross the road. The gas station is right on top of the Y if you will.
I checked in at mile 128 for the 60hour check-in. Only 10 miles in the last 12 hours. People at home were worried I think. I mostly just told them I was tired so I slept a long time and didn’t tell about the zombie death march that morning.
I didn’t realize it at the time but I was starting what is known as 18 mile hill. I could tell the road was gradually going up since we were clearly in a small river valley. I never saw the river though. It was still daylight for a portion of this section. There is really no where to get water and not many houses along the road either. Since the road elevation gain was so gradual I settled into a 5 minute run 2 minute walk pattern. A few miles before you get to the outskirts of Hohenwald the climb gets much steeper as you leave the river valley. I had just passed Juli and Jan by this point. Finally getting to the top you realized you still had a ways to go to the town (like 6 miles I think the sign said). I found what looked like a church with a parking lot and handicap parking sign but I kind of think it was a residence now. There was stuff all around the outside. Most of it looked like the junk I saw on a lot of porches along the race. Stuff we’d put in the garage or basement here in MN they just put out on the porch in TN it seems. The parking lot looked kind of run down as well. I never saw a church sign but there could’ve been one somewhere else on the property.
There was a cat kennel outside that I put my feet up on and laid on the asphalt parking lot. There were lights on in the building so I was quiet. Jan and Juli came up and started knocking on the door to see if they could get water. It was 10PM. The lights in the building went out. Great, can’t wait to see the cops I thought. Luckily none came but I can’t imagine what the 2 people inside thought was going on outside. Do people live in churches in the south?
I laid there 30 minutes, not trying to sleep but just keeping my feet up since it had been 3.5 hours since I last had them up. I had decided at least every 4 hours I would have to stop for 30 minutes or more and put my feet up since that’s about when they started to hurt. I found out later this is something a fair amount of multi-day people do. So there you go, lesson learned after almost 3 days.
I got going and reached the outskirts of Hohenwald. I was hungry but there was nothing open on this end of town. I found a playground after the airport and laid down around 11:20PM I slept for almost an hour and a half but got cold again so I had to get going.
So now it’s almost 1AM and I’m starving and thirsty. I pass a bar and think if nothing else I’ll get bar food at the other end of town if nothing is open. I didn’t know the bars close at 1AM in TN. So when I finally got to the other end of town every fast food place seemed closed. The hotel had ice but the pop machine was broken. The next stop was a campground but all they were supposed to have was chips and water. I saw some workers outside McDonalds smoking. I had planned on dumpster diving there but couldn’t do that since they were outside by the dumpsters. I convinced them to give me water to go along with the ice from the hotel. I kept going and then saw Taco Bell down the road. It was 1:40 so I just about full on sprinted to get there before they closed at 2.
I had to knock on the window since only the drive thru was open. I scared the crap out of the dude but he broke the rules and allowed me to order. I got some triple decker box meal thing for $5. It was a ton of food for real cheap and tasted awesome as things tend to do when you are starving. He even refilled my pop which again they aren’t supposed to. I talked to him about the race through the window a little. The workers wanted to know where I went pee. I told them pooping was much more of a concern. Then a truck pulled up so I had to move out of the way to not get run over. The driver seemed to know about the race and asked what I got when I finished. I told him “a sticker”. He asked what the winner got and I told him “a sticker”. Laz later told me I should’ve told him the winner got the sticker first.
Now a quick tangent; this sticker I speak of is the 314 sticker. I’ve never put a mileage sticker on a vehicle before. Even a hundred mile sticker seems kind of braggy/needy to me. I don’t know why I feel that way but I just do, so I’ve never done it. But I tell you what. I’m putting that 314 sticker on my vehicle, no matter how braggy or douchie it is. Most people will think it was a bike race or be thrown off by such an odd number anyway (yes it’s an even number but you know what I mean). Pretty much only people who have done the race (and now you as well) will know what it means. I told Laz he should make 100π stickers to really throw people off. In fact if I were to ever get a tattoo it would be 100π.
So I ate the food on the employee picnic table out back and the guy came out since it was pretty much closing time and I think he was going to smoke. He had cigarettes but never lit one up. I told him I had just slept in a playground and he said he was homeless for 10 months in Chicago. He confirmed that the playground plastic tubes were the best for sleeping if you could find them. I had suspected that but never found any. Hohenwald meant high forest in German he told me which explained the 18 mile hill into it. He made it sound like Hohenwald wasn’t a very safe town. It seemed by far the nicest town I went through at night but others did confirm it is a big drug town so looks aren’t everything. He told me about the giant elephant sanctuary there. He made it sound like there was an old story about gold along the Natchez Trace that the early explorers lost. Who knows but good stories anyways.
I continued on the next 7 miles to the Natchez Trace Campground. It was mostly downhill on a 4 lane highway. I heard dogs everywhere and saw maybe 10 cars the whole time. Weird for such a big road. I got to the campground to find out the bathrooms were locked and so there was no running water. There were picnic tables under a pavilion we could use. I saw Jan and Juli there along with 3 other bodies. I got out my battery pack to charge up everything and my sleeping bad liner. It was 4AM. I wanted to sleep a couple hours but that wasn’t going to happen. I quickly realized that the body on the ground in the bivy sac was my roommate Paul by his snoring. Someone had an extremely loud space blanket. Juli was shaking with chattering teeth from being cold. I maybe slept 30 minutes total being woken up every 5 minutes. I’m sure I had woke them all up when I showed up and got situated as well. The joys of sleeping outside with strangers. This was about the only place on the whole course where the katydids noise wasn’t deafening. It was dead quiet there so they didn’t help to drown anything out. I should’ve slept on the bench on the porch under the lights and I didn’t remember my white noise on my ipod either. It finally started getting light and I just got up realizing sleep would never come. I was starting to get cold by then anyway. I got some chips and filled my water bottles from a water cooler they had for us. I should’ve looked how far it was to the next water stop but didn’t. Jan and Juli left shortly after I did.
The next section was pretty good. It was road construction but the road was pretty much done. I went on the part over the barricade from the traffic and finally got to listen to music again. Music really helps me move and I barely got to listen to it during this race due to the danger of not hearing things. I was moving pretty good. I went past the half-way point of 157 miles. At the 72 hour check-in I was at mile 159 which was 31 miles further than 12 hours ago so I felt pretty good about that. Much better than what I felt the day before anyway. The main issue now was the large open sore that seemed to develop overnight on my lower back where the bottom of the pack was. I think the wood chips made a cut there and that’s all it took to get infected and irritated by the pack. Butt Lube didn’t help so I took a alcohol wipe to clean it off so I could apply a panty liner (yes I brought those in case of something like this). The alcohol didn’t hurt as much as you’d think. The panty liner held on good enough (it tended to slide around a little and started taking on sweat) but it was clear I’d have to take a shower to get things real clean and apply a blister band-aid to get it to heal and not hurt like mad.
Just before I got to Hampshire the TobyMac song I mentioned at the beginning of this blog came on. The song is really about a father’s love for his children. How you give to the point of having nothing left but still give more because that’s what love is. I started crying. I missed my kids so much. It was weird how it just snuck up on me. That lasted for the whole song. I was told by many veterans that there would be high and low points and that you’d cry at some point. I consider myself lucky that I cried from this kind of sadness and not extreme pain and feeling of hopelessness.
I got to Hampshire at 8AM. There is basically nothing in this town if you could call it that. Maybe 5 houses total. There is a store but it doesn’t open until 1PM on Sunday which was today. There was no water hose outside the building but there was a pop machine. $1 per can. I got 2 Yoo-Hoo and 2 SunDrop. I was starting to not like SunDrop anymore but that’s what every pop machine had. I was so thirsty I downed all 4 in 5 minutes and continued on. I found a church just down the road that had a hose on the outside so I filled up my bottles there. Since it was daylight and Sunday I was confident I would see a road angel before I got to Columbia.
I hadn’t had my feet up for over 3 hours so I found a nice cemetery at mile 163 and rested for 30 minutes. I called my wife and made a reservation for the Richland Inn in Columbia. This was probably the most peaceful time the whole race. No cars. Still kind of cool and I was in the shade on soft DRY grass. I always wanted to sleep on grass but it was always soaking wet with dew at night and I didn’t have any waterproof tarp or anything to lay on. I would bring that if I did this again.
I did meet a road angel and got some water. I also saw Carl Laniak one of the race directors stop and pull over. At first I got excited since I thought it was another road angel. Once I realized it was him I yelled at him since he couldn’t give me anything since I was screwed. It was getting HOT again. Those few small clouds you see in the picture above somehow always went around me. Columbia is another one of those 6 mile long towns. I got a shake at the first gas station I saw. Another runner was sleeping against the building in full sunlight with people and cars all around him. No idea who he was or if he was actually sleeping but I saw him again that night sleeping on a gas station bench in Culleoka.
I got stopped by the guy who sits on his porch and takes down your information as he’s done for the last few years. Clark was there as well. I planned to eat at Hardees but only the drive thru was open so I couldn’t. I just kept going to the hotel and ordered a pizza. Took a shower and washed my clothes and put on my underwear I brought just for this occasion (to not answer the door naked ). I got my pizza and slept from about 2:30 to 7PM. This was the only time I got woken up by my alarm.
I ate the rest of my pizza and finally got out the door at 8. I can’t remember if I had to re-tape my feet or why it took so long to get going. Maybe I was just trying to memorize the guide book. My 84 hour check-in was 179 miles so another 20 miles in that 12 hour period. 51 in the last 24 hours so I felt pretty good with that. 5 miles to the bench of despair in Glendale. I got there at 9:25PM Sunday and signed the bench as is tradition.
I didn’t stick around long. Just took some water and left. Outside of Culleoka there was a nice surprise of an aid station in someone’s yard. It was before you get to Culleoka. There were quite a few people there. No other racers at the time. I sat down on an awesome lawn chair. They had everything you could think of. Tons of food, batteries, place to charge stuff. I really just wanted some grapes and a pop. I think I sang the Grape song by Andrew and Polly a little. I had just charged everything a few hours ago so I didn’t need to do that. I stayed there 20 minutes. Annette Dykes must have been one of them there but not sure if she lived there or was just visiting as I know not everyone lived there. Anyway she remembered I wanted to get done in time to get to my son’s birthday party and congratulated me on the Facebook photo of me finishing. Awesome how people keep tabs on us runners.
The road past Culleoka towards Lewisburg was creepy. This is where the trees were pretty much up to the road and sometimes met above the road to make it like a tunnel. The other parts were just as creepy as it was in another small river valley so it just seemed so closed in. There were essentially no yard lights anywhere. I was on full alert for dogs. I heard plenty but I don’t remember if any came out on the road here. I’m used to running in the dark but there was just something not right about this area to me. At mile 193 there is a gas station that had a covered area with a light and fan going. There was a nice wooden bench there and I laid on it for 20 minutes. A cat came by but never really looked at me. I’m pretty sure it was black. I didn’t want to sleep here so I kept going. At the aid station they had said I could sleep at the dentist office porch in Lewisburg. That was still a long ways off and I was tired now so I would need to find someplace to sleep before there.
I made it to to top of the hill before you go down into Lewisburg and saw a Waste Management building. The fence around it wasn’t completed yet and I saw a truck parked up there. I thought sleeping in the bed of the truck would be nice and hidden. I had to climb an embankment to get there. I didn’t even try to open the truck door to see if it was open. It had a bed liner so I thought it would be a little warmer that way. I got my battery pack out again to charge stuff and my sleeping bag liner. I set the alarm for 3:30AM, it was now 2AM. I knew garbage workers got to work early but figured 3:30 should be fine. I woke up at 2:45AM cold again. I tried to get back to sleep. Then I heard a vehicle drive up the road to the gate. Crap! I could hear the chain on the gate being undone and the gate being slid open. The vehicle drove up to I’m guessing 40 feet from me. Super Crap! All scenarios start popping in my head. What if he has a gun and I scare him so much he shoots me. What if he detains me and calls the cops. Nothing seemed like a good outcome. I heard what sounded like bags being unloaded and stacked. I was hoping this was some sort of delivery truck. The truck engine started back up and I thought he might be driving closer to me. The truck I was in was only 15 feet from the office door. But it wasn’t getting closer, I’m not sure what was happening. I didn’t dare lift my head up and be seen. The engine stopped and I heard footsteps again. I had been trying to get my stuff packed up but any movement was super loud due to the bed liner. I lay still and waited, trying to come up with something to say. Trying to figure out if it would be better to pretend to sleep as I was found. Finally I heard a garbage truck start up. I sprang into action and grabbed everything and ran down the embankment hoping not to twist my ankle on the large rocks I was running down. I got to the bottom just to see another truck pull onto the road. They didn’t see me or didn’t care. That was close! So now I know when waste management starts their day, it 2:45AM.
So I started down the hill into Lewisburg. There were a lot of strip malls it seems to me. A guy walking on the sidewalk actually looked afraid of me running towards him. First time that’s ever happened. I did end up seeing the dentist office porch which was concrete so probably not that comfortable. The 200 mile mark is just before you get to the courthouse in the town square.
About a mile later there are some gas stations that were open. So I go into one after having already purchased yet another SunDrop from a pop machine not knowing if anything would be open further ahead. They have food there and a bunch of things on menu boards up by the ceiling. I ask the lady if I can order anything or just get what’s already in the warming display case thing that all gas stations have with old pre-made food.
She said “I can make you anything you want hun!” Awesome!!!
“I’d like the chicken salad sub then.”
“I can’t make that.”
“OK” so much for anything I want “I’ll have the tuna salad sub then.”
“No I can’t make that either.”
Dejected, I say “Fine I’ll have the Salmon dinner.”
“I can’t make that either.”
This is where the other customers start chuckling. I finally give up and let people pay for their stuff since this is holding everyone up who is trying to get to work. I ended up just getting the pre-made crap that I didn’t want since I didn’t feel like spending 30 minutes going through every menu board item to find out what “ANYTHING YOU WANT HUN” means in TN. At least the packaged cake I got was good.
I started out of town towards Shelbyville just over 20 miles away. There would be a few small towns I’d go through before there though. I had been warned by previous race reports of the dogs on this 20 mile stretch. They weren’t wrong. The rest of the way to Shelbyville I not only had my mace in my hand but also my dowel rod in the other. Someone had emailed the list about 2 pit bulls near some county line outside Shelbyville but I had no idea where the county line was so I was prepared now. Leaving Lewisburg you go past a motel on the race route. It looked pretty sketchy to me. In fact the half mile to get to it from the gas station was awful sketchy as well. Clark told me later that while walking this part a guy was following him and would stop when he stopped and move when he moved. Clark finally turned around and started walking towards the guy and he turned and left him alone.
I met a few dogs in the dark but none came on the road and I was ready if they did. Stray dogs I actually didn’t mind on this trip. They ran away from you. It was the dogs guarding their territory that were aggressive. The sun came up and lots of cars were flying down the road with little shoulder to move over on. That was getting old. At 6AM I found a church off the road a bit with a wooden bench that looked nice to take a nap on. It was short but I’d have to make due since I was tired and I hadn’t seen anything better for miles (of course a little further was a horse barn with bags of sawdust stacked up that looked like heaven). A cop car was parked across the street but I didn’t care. I did actually sleep for close to an hour. My legs didn’t feel great due to being scrunched up and on a metal bar but I felt kind of awake at least. I continued on my way after getting some water from a park hydrant nearby. I never got a photo of this sleeping spot.
I went a couple miles when all of a sudden from the left come 2 pit bulls charging down a hill. I start using my deep commanding voice and look to the right to make sure I don’t get smucked by a car while I cross the road to get some distance. Luckily no cars so I run to the other side while still yelling at the dogs. The tan one was the worst and the larger female who has had at least 2 litters of puppies based on her mammary development stayed back with the yelling. I walked on the right shoulder while looking at the tan one and yelling at him to go home. He followed on the other side of the road for about 100 feet. Finally a group of about 6-7 cars came and I ran as they came along me so I could get some distance. The dog kept walking and then started to cross the road. Luckily another big group of cars came. The dog looked at them and then at me and finally turned around and ran off the road. I didn’t need to use my mace or anything but I warned everyone on email again with the exact mileage 209. I had just checked in for the 96 hour check-in so I knew where I was. I then came to the county line which was after the dogs. I later found out that one of them got hit by a truck. I don’t know all the details. I’ll let the runner who saw what happened tell his story if he wants too. I assume it was the tan one that got hit. While I’m glad the dog was no longer around to hurt someone else, it pisses me off that the owner was so irresponsible to let it run around on the road. The dog was doing it’s job and the owner wasn’t. There’s no way this was the first time those dogs were in the road and needed to be in a fenced in area.
A few miles I see Clark in a graveyard gazebo in Wheel that has narrow but long benches. I laid down and put my arm through the railing so I could fit on the bench. He had only been there a few minutes and didn’t have much of an issue with the dogs. I rested just a bit and continued on since there were supposed to be gas stations up ahead and they should be open now. I found out later lots of people slept in this gazebo. I was a pretty nice spot I must say.
I got to the Pit Stop Market I referenced above in a photo and asked what I could have as there was a kitchen there. She told me to tell her what I wanted and she’d tell me if she could make it. This was worded much better than “I can make anything you want, hun” so I said scrambled eggs and lots of hash browns. She said sure. I grabbed some chocholate milk and pop and sat down at a booth. Took the shoes off and charged everything up in the wall outlets conveniently located at every booth. Clark came in but didn’t order anything. I got my food but it wasn’t hash browns like I’m use to. It was sliced potatoes. Maybe she heard hash rounds? Whatever, they tasted good.
I left and in a couple miles there was another gas station I think in Bedford. I wanted to get more water from the bathroom but they had a sign it was for customers only. OK whatever, I bought the one and only Gatorade I had the entire race. Skip that I think I got one from a road angel too. Anyway, you also couldn’t use a credit card for anything less than $5 so I had to pay cash. I usually just left whatever change I got other than quarters in the take a penny leave a penny tray that every gas station in America but this one has. Want to know what they have instead at this not at all friendly establishment?
A tip jar!
Not a leave and penny take a penny tray. Not a donation box for a local kid with cancer treatment bills. Nope, a tip jar.
I should’ve taken money out of it. I carried that change for miles, they sure weren’t going to get it.
Next I got to see a old guy beating the crap out of this walking horse while he was training it to do the big lick. That pissed me off to no end. I’m as far as you can get from an animal rights activist but this wasn’t right. It wasn’t a corrective tap here or there, it was full on wind it up 5 times in a row beat down every time there was a misstep. And there were a lot of missteps. Tennessee Walking Horses do have a small natural lift to their front legs but making them do that big lick walk seems senseless to me. I’ve heard horse owners say the big lick is a natural gait. In my professional opinion the big lick is completely UN-natural. They’re finally cracking down on the soring that used to go on and this guy was using a different method than that to make the horse lift it’s feet at least. I really felt like going up to him with a whip and telling him that I’d smack him every time he didn’t skip. No walking or running, you can only skip. Oh, it’s uncomfortable and inefficient to skip you say? Too bad, since you can physically do it, it must be a natural human gait. Right? Just like a horse lifting it’s feet super high in the air for NO reason. I know that area is the big Tennessee Walking Horse area and I’m probably pissing off some of the nice local people who helped me during the race but I don’t like it. I’m sure not everyone beats their horse but this was right out by the hwy for everyone to see so obviously he thought there was nothing wrong with it.
Finally I got to Shelbyville. I got my first ice cream bar at the first gas station. It was just after noon and hot as always but I was getting used to it now. Really I couldn’t even tell you what day was officially the hottest. The first motel is the Magnolia Inn. It looked sketchy and there were 5 very loud men with cars in the parking lot. I’ll remind you it’s 12:15PM, check out is at 11AM and you can’t check in until 3, why are there so many people here. There is no office, you just go up to a window and some guy shows up. I ask how much for a room and he goes “ahhh $50”. If you’re going to try to scam me dude don’t start with an “ahhh” where it’s clear to me you’re just throwing a number out there you think I’ll pay. I left and he chases after me yelling smaller numbers. If he had got to 20 I would’ve stopped. This place looked like too much trouble for anything more.
Bo and Karen went there as well that day. This is the story they told me but I’m sure they will tell it better in their race report. Bo asked the guy if there were any other runners staying there. The guy didn’t know what he was talking about so Bo asked him if anyone wearing a backpack like him and Karen were there. The guy then told him “No. Your kind sleep under the bridge by the river”. Needless to say they didn’t stay there either.
The other hotel was a little off course but I went there. America’s Best Value. I think it was $50 as well but it was quiet. I took a shower and washed my clothes again. I slept until around 5PM. I re-taped my feet even though it wasn’t too bad. I knew this would probably be my last time staying in a hotel so I thought it best to redo it now when it’s easiest. I had a small heel blister that I took care of and then put Engo patches on the heels of my shoes to prevent any new ones. I’ve never gotten heel blisters before but I wasn’t surprised since I had my shoes tied so loose the heels would slip. If I tightened them any more though I would have much bigger issues with my tendons getting irritated like I’ve had in the past and the heel blister didn’t hurt so I’d take that trade any day.
I then saw a reddish looking bug on the edge of the pillow crawling up it. I squished it to kill it and bright red blood came out. The exoskeleton was clear so I’m guessing it was some sort of biting lice. I know they let dogs stay in the rooms here so I was hoping it was from a dog, but very likely the person who stayed there before me had head lice. Gross. I know it didn’t come from me, but now I was paranoid I’d bring something home with me. It wasn’t on the pillow I slept on but still it was in the room with me and I didn’t want to look to see if he had any friends. I washed everything on sanitize when I got home and had my wife check me over. No lice! Huzzah!
Starting out of Shelbyville sucked. My ankles were a little swollen still even after sleep and icing them. My heat rash was feeling better with hydrocortisone cream but still hurt some. The main issue was my calves were super tight from sleeping on that church bench that morning and I also had some tight tendon I could feel flick over something with every step behind my left knee. It didn’t hurt to walk but that tendon would flare up something fierce if I didn’t figure out which one it was or what was causing it. Here are the views I had leaving town. Let’s just say they weren’t helping to give me a positive attitude.
I saw Wayne just before check-in and told him it might be a very slow night if I couldn’t figure it out. He did a great job telling me I was doing a great job. Even if you feel bad, knowing someone thinks your doing just fine helps a lot with morale. After about 40 minutes of stopping, trying to feel which tendon was flicking around, stretching, etc I figured out it was my lateral hamstring tendon flicking but that one of the muscles right behind the knee was super tight as well. There are at least 2 small muscles just behind the knee that I have no idea how to stretch but I know if I crank down hard on them, they eventually loosen up. Very painful but the only way I knew to loosen them. I got my dowel rod out and worked on my hamstrings on both legs and also my calves for awhile. Finally the flicking sensation went away and I could run with a very short stride and probably 190 cadence. I’d stop every 5 minutes or so to stretch the calves and hamstrings some more. I checked in at 226 miles at the 4.5 day check-in. Only 17 miles the last 12 hours, not very good.
Wartrace was 6 miles away. I kept hearing gun shots in this section. I got to Wartrace and put my feet up at the gas station on a bench and talked to my wife a little bit. I had my mace and dowel rod out again. I told people I needed some well wishes this night since last night had been so “bad”. Hard to put it into words but the eerie road, dogs, Lewisburg, just added up to being a not at all fun, bad, depressing night. They had to be emails, not texts or phone calls. I planned on being in silent mode to keep dogs and people from knowing I was there. I left Wartrace at 10PM.
I was hyper vigilant this night. I started the small back road section from Wartrace to Manchester. This section is probably real nice in the day. The trees cover the road almost 80% of the time it seemed like. You could do this section easy with all the shade as long as you brought enough water. It was like a 15 mile never ending tunnel with the katydids making a deafening roar. I took control this night and charged ahead with no fear. No headlamp needed even with the shade as it was a full moon tonight. It basically felt like I was in The Walking Dead running down the middle of the road checking the tree lines constantly for walkers, I mean dogs. Instead of a katana or a crossbow, I had my trusty mace and a foot long dowel rod. Oh yeah, I was badass! I had everything on my pack tied down so nothing would make a sound. My collapsible water bottles had no air in them so there was no sloshing. I quickened my cadence to quiet my steps. I actually was past the first few dogs before they saw my reflector in the moonlight and barked. But after a few miles the dogs seemed to know I was coming a half mile before I got there. I thought that was weird. The pair of loud Pyrenees in the large fenced in pasture came charging down the hill to the fence line but I’ve read about them many times so I wasn’t worried. They followed me the whole way along the fence and barked for awhile after I was gone. But still all the dogs ahead were barking. Finally I found out why, Clark was just ahead of me the last few miles so they were reacting to him and then continued to react to me when I got there. So much for stealth mode. I walked with him for a bit and then ran again.
I found a church at mile 240 on the right with a 30 foot long picnic table and laid down on it. There were no water spigots that I could find but there was an outlet I didn’t use as it was far from the picnic table and I didn’t want to risk forgetting I had something plugged in. I used my battery pack instead. It was 12:15AM and had only been a couple hours since my last stop but I needed to get my feet up and work on my calves some more. Clark came and rested as well. I don’t think I ever fell asleep, I just worked on my muscles while laying down. I did feel quite rested though after 40 minutes and left.
Soon after I left Clark a car seemed to be following behind me. It would just stop for a while and then drive up to me and stop again. I finally figured out it was someone’s crew. I kept hearing this hollering and thought the crew was cheering on their runner every time he went past. It was late so I was wondering why they were doing this. Whispering Oaks Campground was only 3 miles away and I got there around 1:40AM.
I saw Andrei sleeping on a picnic table. There were real bathrooms here. Apparently there were showers as well somewhere but I didn’t see them. I found some cushions and put them on a picnic table thinking this would be the best outdoor sleep of the race. I set my alarm for 4AM. I woke up when Clark came and found a spot to sleep. I fell back asleep but kept having bad dreams. I can’t remember details but I know they were about someone not letting me get to where I wanted to go or not letting me leave. Stupid race was in my dreams already! I woke up just before the alarm. Everyone was gone. I left some money in the money slot since it was nice of them to let us stay there. Of course later runners said they had cots, food, drinks, air mattresses, and who knows what else set up for the runners. Lucky bastards. This is another place I slept that I don’t have a picture of.
Next stop was Manchester. There was a gas station open 2 miles from the campground. I got some food and pop there. Soon after I left I realized I left my dowel rod there so I went back to get it. That was the only extra distance for stupidity that I did this race. Really it was maybe a tenth of a mile both ways so not a big deal. It was daytime when I got to Manchester and I caught up to Clark. He was going to get some supplies for his feet and I suspected spend some time in a hotel recovering. I ate at Hardee’s and had lots of refills of pop, I was sweating like crazy already. This morning seemed the hottest to me but it was mostly because I was in the full sun with zero wind most of the day. I got out of town before the 5 day check-in, 253 miles.
Hillsboro was only 4 miles away but I stopped at a gas station to get some ice and refuel a little. I put my feet up as well since it had been 2.5 hours since Hardee’s. I put straight ice in my bladder and ice water in my bottles. I don’t think putting ice on my back was the best idea. My back skin felt all pins and needles under the pack the next 2 days after doing that. It kept me cool though. I left the rest of the bag of ice for the next runner.
Along the way I saw a buck laying in the shade with some cattle. It was that hot that he just plopped down with them. You can see it on the video at the end although I didn’t zoom in at all. I think it was also around here that screwed winner Andrew Snope stopped. He kind of hobbled out of the car and cheered me on. I agreed with his finishing quote that being crewed would be much easier. At least I’m pretty sure it was this day I saw him. I think he was driving home or something.
Pelham was around 9 miles away. I ran/walked most of this even though it was hot. I found a new convenience store in Pelham that was hiding behind a row of trees. I got a milkshake there and more ice water. I wasn’t very hungry for much else. I got back on the road to Monteagle. 4 large white dogs came out from a hole in a fence and followed me for a bit but they didn’t seem aggressive and always stayed in the ditch. There were some clouds in the sky now but the shadows never seemed to get to me. I could never catch up to one either. I could hear thunder in the distance so maybe it would rain.
At mile 270 starts the 3 mile 1000 foot climb to Monteagle. I just kept plugging away at it. Stopping didn’t help so I didn’t do that more than once. Plus when I did stop I sat on the guardrail. I wasn’t on it for even half a second and thought my shorts had melted to it. It was probably only 120 degrees but the metal conducted the heat extremely well. I didn’t get burned at least. I could see the road was wet in spots but I never got rained on and made it up to the top in an hour.
It was almost 3PM now. There was an Italian restaurant right there so I went in. I got Bang Bang Shrimp and Blackened Chicken Alfredo. They had awesome bread and butter there as well. I was going over my rule of 1100 calories solid food but I didn’t care. Plus I planned on sleeping somewhere. My feet were hurting pretty bad so I took NSAIDs again for the second time in the race. I charged stuff up while I waited and ate. I left there at 3:30PM since the food came out quickly and I wanted to sleep.
I had the choice of going off course a quarter mile to a hotel or going to a state park right on the road that was free. I didn’t want to spend more money and I wasn’t that tired yet so I decided to go the 3 miles to the park. Of course I was tired almost immediately after I left. It was super hot. No shoulder on the road and apparently everyone works shifts in Monteagle since the road was very busy at 3:30. I did finally make it to the park. The bathrooms were pretty nice but that’s about all. It seemed much nicer of a park on the bus ride a week ago. The picnic tables were too exposed and too many people around that area so I found some trees and laid on my sleeping bag liner with my feet uphill. I was there for 90 minutes but I’m not sure how much I slept. My feet were pounding. The person shooting hoops must have sucked since every shot seemed to make the loudest sound possible. It seemed like he threw the ball at the rim every shot. Mothers with their children kept their distance from me. I finally got up super groggy and changed socks one last time. I filled up my water and moved on out very slowly at first.
Tracy city was very close from the park. Coming into town there was a old school building that was now called the art building or something to that effect. Anyway it was up on a hill and it looked like every girl in the county from age 5-10 was there learning to cheer. My sister-in-law is from NC and was big into cheering so maybe it’s just a southern thing where every girl must learn to cheer. Regardless, they were all together shouting
“We got spirrit, S-P-I-RRRR-I-T, we got spirrit”
I wish you could hear it. I don’t know how to write out the sound. Just think of the most southern drawl you’ve ever heard with a lot of up and down changes of pitch and you’ll be close. I swear no one had that much of a drawl when I talked to them in stores and on the street but apparently when it comes to cheering, the more the better.
So while I’m listening to this cheering on the left side of the road, I look over to the right side of the road which is a graveyard. A quick glance shows no where to sleep and also with the cheering going on, I wouldn’t sleep anyway. On second glance I see 5 people in the graveyard crying with one of them carrying a shovel. Look left, cheering. Look right, sobbing. Something like that sticks in your head. The pile of dirt didn’t look very big so I don’t know if you could bury pets in this cemetery in addition to humans or if it was a child that died which would make this even more tragic to have children cheering on the other side of the road.
I moved along down the hill to the gas station. I knew it would be a long haul to Jasper. There was an aid station at mile 295 in Steve Smalling’s yard but that was 15 miles away so I filled up with water and had a slushy. I knew I’d have to sleep somewhere as I was still exhausted but nothing in town looked good or safe. A few stray dogs said hello and went on their way. I got out of town a few miles before check-in. 281 miles down, 33 to go. By not sleeping in the hotel I had certainly gained positions. I knew I would lose a couple since I needed to sleep for an hour soon.
I found a wooden pew in front of a church or at least what I thought was a church and laid down on it. There was another pew to hide me somewhat from the road and it was just starting to get dark. I didn’t get anything out of my pack. I was in save time mode now, as this was my final push to the rock. I slept soundly for an hour. I got up and started moving. I took half a caffeine pill during the long section to Jasper. There wasn’t much traffic anymore which was nice. I was running well again. I wasn’t too concerned about dogs anymore but still had my mace and dowel rod out.
Just before the 3 mile decent into Jasper I saw the same crew vehicle as the night before. I figured I’d get passed by the runner. Sure enough he passed me on the decent. Every minute or so he’d yell out super loud. So it wasn’t the crew cheering like I thought the night before, it was him. I can’t even scream as loud as he could yell. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be singing or what but it was short 2 second bursts so it didn’t seem like singing. This was just before midnight on a work night. Every dog would start barking every time he did this. I didn’t get to ask him what he was doing so I won’t say who it was as maybe there is some reasonable explanation. I think it was extremely rude to go yelling in the middle of the night in a residential area though. I ran the whole way down which cut close to 30 minutes off my time I was thinking it would take to get to Jasper.
When I got to the bottom of the hill, a cop stopped me to ask what I was doing. I’m pretty sure he thought I was the yelling guy. So I had to spend 5 minutes showing him the race route and telling him about the race. He acted like he had no clue. People had already been coming through town the last 3 days and I know for a fact a resident called the police to tell them about the race beforehand. It’s his fault he didn’t know what was going on, not mine. I felt like telling him to go bother all the Pokemon people roaming the streets the same as me in the middle of the night but I didn’t. I finally just started walking away and he left.
I got to Steve’s yard at mile 295 and found Andrei sleeping there. I drank some water and found 2 chairs to sleep on. I set my alarm for an hour and instantly fell asleep. A dog barked once that seemed really close and I heard Andrei jerk in his bivy sac. He didn’t recall that at all when I asked him at the finish line. He must’ve been really tired to not get woken up by that. I woke up just before the alarm and turned it off. I quietly got up and left just before 1AM. Again I hadn’t taken anything out other than the battery pack to charge stuff.
My feet were soaked at this point from all the sweating yesterday and overnight in the fog. If it was earlier in the race I would’ve changed socks and taken care of any blisters if there were new ones. It didn’t feel like there were any new ones yet but I knew running in wet feet the next 4-5 hours would make some. At this point I didn’t care. Even if they showed up they wouldn’t start hurting before I was done or at least not enough to slow me down. I’ve done this in other races as well towards the end. I also was worried if I changed socks I might mess up my taping job and then have to spend time redoing that over the few blisters I had from earlier in the race.
I took the other half of the caffeine pill then as I wasn’t planing on sleeping anymore. In about an hour I felt awake the rest of the race and beyond. While I was going through town there was a car with 2 guys in it yelling stuff out the window. I’m assuming they were drunk since I could hardly understand anything they were saying. Something about I can stop running now since no one is chasing me. I’ve only heard that joke from people in TN so it must be really funny to them. In fact, someone WAS chasing me dumb ass, it’s a race and I’m not last. Even if I was last there would still be Oprah chasing me! I ignored them and kept going. I saw them 3 more times as they circled around town. Good thing that cop was busy harassing us runners and not getting drunk drivers off the road, wouldn’t want him to have to get out of his car. Come to think of it, I never saw a cop pull a vehicle over the entire race. If he came around a 4th time I thought about macing them. He never came.
Next stop was Kimball a few miles away. The parking lot was full of trucks. I got there at 2:10AM. I reserved a room for that night since it was going to fill up again due to all the construction workers staying there. They gave me a bag to put all the stuff in I didn’t want to carry anymore. I pretty much just had my 2 small water bottles left and first aid kit when I was done taking stuff out. I left at 2:17AM and knew at that point I would finish before 6 days! I got some pop and food at the gas station next door as it didn’t look like anything else was open and certainly nothing would be open the next 14 miles.
The next 3 and a half hours were torture. Not because I was in pain, though I was. Not because the miles were hard, though climbing Sand Mountain wasn’t very fun. Not because of more dogs in the road, though New Hope had a bunch. It was torture because the first of those 3 hours seemed like forever! Once I knew finishing was inevitable, I got impatient. I never saw a soul the entire time. I texted when I got to the bridge that I was on my way. I expected a response that someone was right in front of me or some other psychological torture. I just got the reply “gotcha”. Does that mean someone really is close ahead or behind? I started caring now that someone would pass me right at the end.
Soon after starting the climb up sand mountain you enter Alabama. I had never been to Alabama before this race so that’s one more off my list. Only 6 states left and Guam if you want to count territories.
When I got to the CR 132 turnoff, it was getting light. I was flying high now. Just a few more miles to go! I ran. Even the hills. I even looked over my shoulder a few times I think. I got to the border of Georgia and the castle rock gate just on the other side.
I kept running. I got out my iPod one last time and cranked a few power songs. There was a sign telling you to turn although I had this part of the course memorized anyway. It said 1 mile to go. I turned on the field road and up the hill.
There was another sign to turn left which also said 1 mile to go, or at least I thought it did. Then into the trees for the trail lover in me. I think there were a few more signs, probably said 1 mile to go on them as well. Finally the open space with cars and people. They let me keep going straight to the rock since I wasn’t wobbly (probably shaved 2 seconds off my time, lol).
There was no scenic view from the rock at the time because of the fog so I’d have to see that later. I wanted to finish in the day so I could remember everything more and I did. Better yet I was still under the 6 day mark. I got to sit in the finisher chair. I knew they always put a quote of what you say at the finish in the email they send out so I had something kind of prepared when climbing up sand mountain. But I never said it and just started having a great conversation with everyone. Laz, Carl, Sandra, Bo and Karen were all there. Bo and Karen had finished a little over 20 minutes before me. They had sprinted to the end and Karen fell and had some road rash from it. Funny to think of sprinting at the end of 314 miles but I think almost everyone does it if they can. The next hour or so was awesome talking to everyone and watching Andrei come in and finish. There were some great stories and I got to hear about a lot of the runners I never saw on the course.
And of course I got my 314 sticker!
I took off my shoes and socks to put on some sandals. I found 2 new small blisters at the base of my toes (I found 3 more smaller ones after I slept at the hotel). They didn’t hurt yet but it shows how important it is to take care of your feet right away. In just the last 5 hours I had more than doubled the number of blisters by not changing into dry socks when I knew I should have. Like I said earlier I didn’t care about getting them at the end of the race. My largest blister the whole race was 9mm.
I went back to the hotel and they had a room ready for me when I got there at 10AM! Shower, wash clothes, charge phone, sleep. I got up at 3PM just so I wouldn’t end up waking up at 1AM or something dumb. I drove back to thank Steve and take some pictures of the course I had missed in my last day scramble. I saw 4 people coming down the hill into Jasper, and the few miles before the hill into Jasper a saw 3 more people. All of them people I had ran with during the race at some point. I cheered them on and told them about the aid station at Steve’s house.
I went back to the rock to see Paul, Jeff, and Brian finish. They spent about 30 seconds arguing over what order they should finish in since they got there at the same time. Note to future runners, have a plan in place for who goes first beforehand. There are no ties and only one can go to the rock at a time. That’s why you’ll always see finishing times at least 20 seconds or so apart.
So I figured I took somewhere around 870,000 steps between running and walking! I’d be curious to know if someone had a step counter that ran this race. Guess I’ll have to try for a million someday.
I got back to bed about 11pm. The next day I left but stopped to wish JT, JT (Jason), and Novle good luck on their way from Jasper to the finish first. I ended up sleeping in the same spot on the way home in the car again. I slept one more time too later on.
I had to drive past my wife’s work so I decided to get her some flowers. I brought those and an ice cold can of Cheerwine. I gave her a big inappropriate work kiss. She was more excited by the pop than the flowers. We only get Cheerwine once like every 5 years when we make a trip down south as they don’t sell it in MN. So it’s a big deal. THANK YOU honey for taking care of the kids for 11 days! Thanks mom for helping out with the kids and giving her a break. Thanks to everyone who kept tabs on me and gave me encouragement, it really helped.
When I got home I was a pound heavier. I wasn’t surprised since I should have a lot more plasma volume, I was eating a lot, and my muscles were swollen. By 8 days later despite eating a ton, I’m 3 pounds lighter than before the race and the lightest I’ve been in a decade. I lost about 14 pounds before the race since so many people had commented in their race reports they were mad they carried a bunch of fat around for 314 miles.
My legs felt hot for 5 days straight. Basically like they feel the night after a 30 mile long run. I was always sweating at night sleeping and since I sweat so much more now, I would be soaked. It finally stopped after the 5th night.
I had a 3 mile run 6 days after the race and it felt good. My bones and feet ached some that night though so I’m taking another 5 days off before I run again. I’ve got a hilly 100 mile in 5 weeks so I plan on mostly just doing hill repeats and nothing over 5 miles or so until then.
Here are my shoes after the race. Altra Olympus 2.0 for those who care. I put on about 100 miles on them before the race to break them in.
This is the link to the final results with links to other peoples race reports and lots of other stats. tinyurl.com/volstate2016 Here is the video I made. The sound is bad in spots because the sweat and humidity messed up my phone microphone towards the end of the race.
Stuff mostly for runners.
I had some foot pain issues before the race due to my training adventure run. I’m lucky we have an awesome physical therapy department in a nearby town. My physical therapist Shannon helped pinpoint a little better what muscles I needed to keep an eye on and gave some good suggestions on things to try to prevent the pain. I couldn’t ever find any commercial shoe inserts that had the right amount of cushion for the inside of my arch. I ended up making my own with panty liners that I cut to shape in a kind of wedge shape with multiple layers cut smaller and smaller. I stuck these under the insole that came with the shoe. This is all only in the right foot which had the issue. It helped to counteract the road camber. If I ever felt the slightest pain in the peroneal tendons, I’d work the knots out of those muscles and it would subside. What’s odd is now that the race is done the pain is back some again. I’ll have to look at my everyday work shoes I think. Or maybe it’s just residual pain from running 314 miles.
I wore the Ultimate Direction PB Adventure vest 3.0 with the soft collapsible 500ml water bottles and a Osprey Hydraulics LT 2.5L bladder. My awesome wife sewed the magnet that goes with this bladder bite valve to the vest so it wouldn’t flop around.
The vest, bladder, bottles weighed in at 1.5 pounds. Initially I had 4.5 pounds of gear but I took out almost half a pound before the race. I took out 4 oz of stuff during the race but purchased a sewing kit, hydrocortisone, and baby powder (which I never ended up using anyway) so pretty much my pack was always at least 5.5 pounds. I could carry 8 pounds of water but I never carried that much. I only used my bladder about 4 times and had it empty the rest of the race. You need it for those times though. If you’re walking you could just carry a gallon jug of water and some screwed people do that. They basically just have a fanny pack for a few small things and carry all the water by hand. I would never do it that way. I usually train with about 8-10 pounds on my long runs due to having to carry all the water I’ll need for 5-6 hours.
You can see my packing list at the beginning if you want to see what I packed. I never did take a picture of all my gear strewn out before I packed the vest. Oh well. I filled the pack about as full as it would go. At least the main compartments in back were full. I didn’t fill all the smaller pockets full. I planned on putting snacks in them but never did. It would’ve been emptier if I didn’t bring a large roll of toilet paper with. You need some toilet paper with for emergencies anyway but I just brought a whole roll of Charmin Ultra cause it’s the little luxuries in this race that count. And my butt hates rough toilet paper.
I used 2Tom’s Buttshield. I used to use BodyGlide and still do but won’t for long races anymore. I guess I noticed at 100 mile races that BodyGlide wouldn’t quite hold up and very slightly attracted dirt. Buttshield is basically only dimethicone which is the thing you want. It worked awesome. I pretty much used up a entire roll during the race. I used it on my butt but also crotch and upper legs. Initially I didn’t get enough of my legs and started to get a rash the second day. I started applying a bigger area and that helped it from getting worse. I did some sewing on my short liner to roll over a seam I thought was causing a problem but I think it was more I just hadn’t put any lube in that area of my leg since I didn’t sew it until day 3 or 4 and it was already getting better.
I’d probably bring more blister band-aids with if I did it again. There are lots of other uses for them other than blisters. Any skin area you want covered with a soft water/sweat resistant bandage that stays on for days, these are great for. The worked perfect for my back sore.
I’d not bring gaitors again. The heat rash sucked and it only happened on the area under the gaitors so I totally blame them.
I never carried food. I don’t know if this was good or bad, just a fact.
I wished I had some sort of small inflatable pillow to put me feet/legs on. It wouldn’t take long to blow up and deflate and would’ve helped me sleep better. It likely would’ve prevented the tight muscles behind my knee since I had them on a metal bar when I slept the morning they started to hurt.
This race will be more enjoyable with good running partners, whether planned ahead of time or just people you meet. I never found anyone with the same running pace as me. Most people seemed to just grind it out walking without stopping for more than a few minutes or sleeping much at all. I suspect their feet hurt a lot more than mine did since they were always on them. The guys who finish this race under 4 days probably don’t have much pain at all since they are only on their feet for 4 days. That’s an advantage of being fast.
You will spend more time taking care of your feet then you have ever done before during a race. Whether it’s blisters, taping, icing, or just putting them up above your heart, you will spend hours a day taking care of your feet. Yes hours! Granted you can nap while having your feet up but you need to put them up regardless of if you sleep or not.
Expect to have foot pain. Not just blister pain but deep aching pain almost like it’s in your bones. By the 3rd day, my feet would throb for 20 minutes while I put them up. Or maybe I’d only notice it for 20 minutes before I fell asleep, hard to know for sure. But when I’d wake up they weren’t throbbing.
I’ll repeat, your feet will hurt! Most race reports talk about their feet hurting so I knew they would but most reports don’t tell you constantly throughout the report that their feet hurt. Their feet did hurt the whole time, they just didn’t want to seem like a whiny pants. To get an idea of what it’s like, do this tomorrow. Wake up and think about your feet hurting. Hobble to the bathroom. Dread putting your shoes on. Then all day chant my feet hurt. All night chant my feet hurt. Constantly think about your feet hurting. Think about wanting to get something from down the hall and then decide it’s not worth the pain and extra distance to get it. Then do that for 4-8 more days. It wasn’t crippling pain for me but your feet will always let you know they aren’t happy. I think I got off pretty easy compared to what others went through. Especially the people who finished behind me.
Make sure you are careful running in the road. The actual lanes are much flatter than the shoulders so it is very tempting to run on them. Do NOT do this during rush hour or when you aren’t FULLY aware of your surrounding. The most likely way you’re going to get hit by a car is when one is passing another one coming from behind you (so cars are in both lanes coming at you from behind). You can’t see it coming and if there is a lot of traffic you won’t hear it coming either. Sure at 3AM on a two lane road you’ll see a car an hour and you can run right down the middle of the road. On the 4 lane roads the shoulders are 10 feet wide so you can even run on the right side of the road if you wanted to.
I just made my own sun hat with a Headsweats visor and attached a handkerchief with safety pins. If you plan on walking a lot an umbrella is a great idea to keep the sun off. Makes for a good thing to scare the crap out of dogs as well. Just open it up at them and they freak out. I don’t think I’d want to run holding one.
I brought another handkerchief to hold an ice bag on my head but never really planned on using it since in a trail run at home it seemed like a hassle and didn’t seem to help as much as I though it would.
Make sure your on the google group email list. Also a good idea to join the ultra listserv as well if you aren’t already. Lots of knowledge from the people who’ve done this for years.
Total spent during the race for food and supplies: $139.85 I never bought water or other “free” things. I also didn’t try to haggle with everyone to give me free stuff so that’s probably a wash. Grocery stores are cheaper but I was only by one once during the day when they’re open. Some people got close to $40 worth of free stuff from road angels so there is some advantage to running in the day. You will not see road angels at night. You might find a cooler with something to drink in it at night but don’t count on it. Even the places put on Facebook could run out of stuff overnight.
Total for hotels during the race: $313.27 That’s for 4 hotels. I made use of them for at least 5 hours each. So obviously you have to decide if hotels are worth the cost. If you are running with someone and can share the cost they are a no brainer. I was never offered any rooms from people ahead of me so I didn’t luck out there. That’s mostly because I’d first check in around noon – 2PM. I put this in here because no other race reports from years past but costs in. I think it’s important for people to have an idea so they can budget.
Stuff before and after the race depend on where you’re coming from. My rental was only $104 for 12 days due to a really good deal and them initially giving me a car with completely bald tires, so I got a discount for having to drive back to get a different one. The hotel the night before the bus in Kimball I used points to get for only $30.
So I’ve decided to go on with the race. I still haven’t figured out my foot issues totally. I can run without pain but there are still lingering things going on in the same spot as during my Brown County run. Things hurt some the day after running. Stretching helps a lot so I suspect it’s mostly muscle related but I have yet to find a way to prevent it. The podiatrist said there’s no stress fracture or anything major like that. He thought I should always hurt the way my foot is shaped, even just walking around. Not very helpful but at least I know it’s not some major thing. I’m still trying new things every long run to see if it helps. Running on gravel hasn’t helped so I think I’ll continue to mostly do asphalt on the long runs going forward. Some other racers have even joked that I have an unfair advantage since I’ll be used to running on painful feet. This race is guaranteed to make your feet hurt, A LOT! Blah blah blah is all my wife is hearing by this point so I’ll move on.
I plan on having a plan for this race but I know full well it won’t last more than a few hours. I hope to be done in 7 days. My usual ways of planning my time says I could be done in 5 days. With my foot and knowing this race, everything would have to be perfect to get 5 days. It just won’t happen so don’t even think about it. Way too many variables with this race. The weather will be a huge factor. I felt overheated Saturday at the end of my 20 mile run and it was only 73 with a low dew point. I need it to get hot here soon! So I won’t bore you with my plan since I still don’t really have it all worked out anyway. It may seem pointless to make a plan you know you won’t follow but it will help me memorize the course better and where things are along the course. Those will prove useful I think.
I do have some rules/wants/goals I plan on following as best I can:
Don’t die. Kind of an everyday goal really.
Don’t eat more than 1100 calories of solid food at a time unless I plan on resting for more than 3 hours. This is based on past experience. I’ve never had an issue eating up to 1100 calories of food and then immediately running 20+ miles. In fact I get a nice energy boost about 3 hours into the run due to the food hitting my intestines. I can drink some fluid calories on top of this but I’m not sure exactly how much. Probably not more than 200-300 calories. If I rest for 3+ hours most of the food should be out of my stomach so I can eat more than 1100 calories. I know if I eat 2600 calories, I’ve had issues of feeling full for almost 8 hours so I still probably want to keep it under 2000 calories. This may change after a couple of days of solid running but for at least the first few days this is rule #2.
Sleep during the afternoon when it’s hottest. This race is often as hot as the Badwater race when you use the heat index scale. Plus I don’t have the benefit of a crew like you do at Badwater to cool you with ice water every 30 minutes and sit in an air conditioned car.
Take advantage of the night. Cool and few cars.
Remember to take photos, videos, take notes the entire race. I have a problem sometimes remembering everything when I’m super tired. Plus this race could take 10 days. That’s way too long to remember something without making a note of it.
No whining. I’ve never had an issue with this before during a race but again, this race could take 10 days. Everyone who’s finished this race that I’ve talked to says you will have a meltdown at some point. I’m fine with a mental meltdown or even a pity party. I’m sure I’ll hate it at the time but they don’t last long and you won’t whine about them later. The point is to get over it and move on. In the long run it probably helps since you’ll realize how stupid it was in the first place to have one.
Finish. I really want to finish this. Not only because I think it’s awesome but because I don’t want there to be a reason to do it again! This will be the closest I get to doing a Forrest Gump style transcontinental run. In fact there are several people doing this race that have done that several times already. The course record holder is returning this year. He’s one of the few people on the planet to ever run 600 miles in 6 days. These are the amazing athletes I’ll be going against/with. Finishing a race these people consider difficult would be a big deal to me, even if I’m last.
I guess that’s all I can think of right now. So here’s the other reason I’m doing a pre-race report.
I know a lot of people say they’re doing some athletic thing for charity. While there are some good organizations that put on athletic events to raise money, there are also lots of DIY fundraising being done by people on their own. I don’t really get that and honestly I’m pretty suspicious when I see it. There are a lot of people who just want donations so they don’t have to pay for their adventure themselves and maybe donate whatever is left over after all the expenses they can think of. Some think that “raising awareness” counts so they just keep all the money. Those people suck. I’m not those people. How doing an event on your own volition became a call for donations I’ll never understand. It’s not like you aren’t going to do it if you don’t get donations. Maybe people should ask for donations for reading a book too:)
So, since there is a precedent for this sort of thing, and since this race is kind of a big deal for me; I thought I’d give suggestions on things you can donate to if you want. I guess this way I have a better answer for “Why are you running?” They are all related to human trafficking and women’s protection. I’m doing this race whether or not you donate. Your donations won’t make me run a step further than I would’ve anyway so don’t donate if that’s your only reason. I will donate as well to the ones I haven’t already donated to.
So why human trafficking?
The spark to all of this was first off having a daughter. The first week of school last fall, she was bullied on the bus by 2 boys. Now, while I knew I loved her very much, I never knew how much until she repeated the things they said. I really don’t know if I could’ve stopped myself from beating those boys if they were near me I was so mad at them. They’re only 6 years old, but I just went into this “dad protection” mode. It’s something I don’t think you can ever understand unless you have a daughter. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to truly understand it before having one.
Anyway, even before that I watched a Frontline report on the mass abduction and rape of the Yezidi women by ISIS in late 2014. I should correct that to say young girls and women. These sick f**ks think it’s in total accordance with their religion to “marry” 9-year-old girls to rape them and pass them around to friends and then sell them off to make money. This is because the girls are not Muslim. Almost all of the women who have been rescued from ISIS have said they prayed for death. This stuff is still happening and most of those who were abducted are still being trafficked. Abductions continue to happen. Horrible things are happening in the refugee camps all over the world as well.
Then there is rape. I know of victims that said it’s completely ruined their life. They want the legal system to punish rapists equal to or even more than murderers because of the damage it causes. I will not argue against that. All sexual abuse messes people up. It’s not always as severe as depression, suicide, or worst of all the victim doing it to someone else. But there’s always something. Maybe they don’t trust people, maybe they won’t ever enjoy sex, etc. The point is, it lingers your entire life.
What would I do if this happened to my daughter?
People need to talk about this stuff more.
So I have been pondering all of this on many of my runs the last 10 months, praying about it, and trying to figure out what can be done. Surprisingly, it took quite a bit of effort to find good organizations set up for fighting human trafficking. Since this race is so long, I’m sure these victims will come to my thoughts often. I know the action169 organization mostly just wants prayers so that’s what I’ll do during the race. In addition I felt compelled to tell people about this issue. Yes I know everyone knows there is a problem, but do people realize how close this is to home? Probably not. There is human trafficking everywhere, including all the small rural counties where I live. I’ll admit I wasn’t aware how prevalent it was until I started looking.
These are all Christian based organizations. If you have a problem with that, get over it; You’ll find there are few that aren’t religious based. Pathetically few government based organizations either (although they probably don’t do as good of a job anyway).
When some women would rather die than continue in their situation, I think you can start to understand why they will need lots of long-term help to get over what they’ve been through, especially in countries where women have no power what-so-ever.
The first 3 are purely to fight human trafficking and provide support for victims. Samaritans Purse is an international charity organization with many programs for women, in addition to their other programs. Look them over.
So this is long and has some gear stuff thrown in there throughout. For those who don’t care about that just bare through it. There are some interesting things throughout and especially towards the end for everyone. I also have a video at the end.
I started this run at 6am 4-23-2016. I was the only one who was there which wasn’t much of a surprise to me. I tried to make this as close as possible to what I might experience at the Last Annual Vol State Race in July this year since this was mostly a training run for that. I couldn’t do anything about it not being super hot like the race will be but otherwise tried to carry everything I thought I would bring with during the race and as much water as I would during the race even though I never did drink all of it since it wasn’t very hot.
It was fairly cold at the beginning but I was fine once I got moving. It was a nice enjoyable run along the river in the beginning and 3 of the 4 big hills were right away. I stopped a lot to take pictures and videos to see how they’d turn out in different conditions so I know what to do during Vol State as well. I plan on taking a lot of pictures and videos during the race if I can as it kind of is a vacation on foot.
The first 20 miles or so was gravel so I wore my Altra Olympus which is my go-to long distance trail shoe. I had some issues with my medial arch on my right foot the last week and sure enough it showed up right away during the run. I figured it would go away once I loosened up but it took a good 15 miles for it not to hurt. The pain did go away though so I figured it was just one of the many times I’d have things come and go during the run like most ultramarathons.
My wife and kids (still in their pajamas and loving it) came to bring me my road shoes (Altra Paradigm 1.5) at mile 22 as the next 30+ miles were all asphalt and I wanted to use them for that since they were going to be the shoes I planned on wearing during Vol State. Yes I said “were going to be”, I think they may not be now. I had been using them for my long runs the last 6 weeks before this run and never had an issue with them but also didn’t necessarily love them like most Altra shoes I own. I got them a half size bigger since I know my feet will swell a lot in the Tennessee heat and after a couple hundred miles. I had been wearing 2 pairs of socks to both make my feet hot and to make my feet bigger as to not move around and cause blisters. It seemed like a good idea and maybe still is but I’m not so sure anymore. So I put on the second pair of socks (a size bigger as to not compress my feet too much, or so I thought) and set out. I noticed the Paradigms were firmer than my Olympus. They really shouldn’t be with such a high stack height and having 100 miles on them already. Not sure if my Olympus are just that broken in or if the Paradigm is just firmer.
Things went great. I stopped at my first water stop in Godahl at mile 33 for some food and water. Talked to the 3 people eating there for a little bit. They asked what brought me there today and didn’t seem at all surprised when I told them what I was doing. I was a little surprised by their lack of surprise. Usually I get one of about 5 responses: Why? That’s crazy, nuts, etc. Astonished that people run that far. A story about someone they know that did something once (that usually has nothing to do with running). Or they just keep asking more questions about the run. None of those came up. Anyway I love that store. It’s a super old general store with lots of character. I always stop by if I’m on that road.
Back on the road in about 25 minutes and realized I didn’t need 3L of water for the next 15 miles but whatever. About mile 45 or so the right side of my right foot started hurting. It got bad enough that I had to walk the last mile into Comfrey, my next water stop at mile 48. I removed one of my pairs of socks there and loosened up my shoes as they seemed tight. I’m not sure how much of the pain was related to them being too tight but I think it is over 50% of the cause. I’ve had issues before with having my shoes too tight and causing tendon problems. Never in this spot though. There is a retinaculum that goes from the medial side across the top of the foot and down the lateral side. It was right in that area on the lateral side that it hurt. Also right were the last 2 shoe lace loops are. Time will tell what went on. If it gets better then it’s not a big deal. If it gets worse then it’s time to get a MRI or something to make sure there isn’t a stress fracture or ligament issue. There was no discoloration and I didn’t twist my ankle or anything so I didn’t pull myself from the run at that point as I wanted to see if it would improve with the pressure off. Based on personal experience and from other runners experience it takes 2-3 hours for the pain to go away from shoes being too tight. I ate and sat for about 30 minutes and took off walking again. If it was during Vol State I likely would’ve got a hotel room and slept since it would be the hottest part of the day then plus I was hurting. But I was on the clock for this run, as 132 miles is a lot to cover in a 38 hour time limit I set for myself.
I told my wife to bring back my Olympus shoes since I would run out of asphalt in 10 miles and also bring a DQ double cheeseburger, yum! I walked the next 6 miles until she found me.
I sat for about 45 minutes with her charging my phone and watch, eating, and hearing about the fun the kids were having at my parents house. I took an NSAID as well. It hurt to get on my feet again but it always does after stopping. I told her to go up ahead to the gravel so I could see how things would go before she drove home. I walked for 5-10 minutes and then started running again. It felt good so I told her to drop the water off at the next stop and go home. I wouldn’t see her again for 26 miles.
This area is the highest spot in Brown County and only a mile or so away from Jeffers Petroglyphs. A high area “comparatively to the surrounding area” of exposed rock that has carvings in them from thousands of years ago, before any of the current native tribes were here. There is also a large remnant prairie there. There are a few spots in the prairie that they decided to dig down the 3-4 feet of prairie sod to get to rock and sure enough there are petroglyphs there as well. Anyway back to my story.
I started a run / walk pattern that was working pretty good but it was clear things weren’t getting better like I had hoped. It had been 4 hours since I loosened up my shoes and the pain wasn’t really any better. It was clear I would be walking much of the remaining course. I wasn’t too mad since walking will likely be a big part of my Vol State race too, much of it painful so I thought it useful to continue. We’ll see if that was a good idea or not. I saw a few people finishing up planting corn and some people fishing around dusk. Then I got my headlamp out since the clouds were now coming out and my plan of running by the full moon wouldn’t be happening anymore.
An hour or so later a truck drives by and stops to turn around. I knew this sort of thing would happen. These county line roads are pretty desolate in most of the county so to see someone running on them makes people stop. It was on of the fisherman. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was running and was just fine. He said he ran 12 miles that day but would never think to go over a marathon. I told him it’s not as bad as you think, if you just train for it. Anyway he saw my pack and said it looked like I would be fine and then drove off the opposite direction. Yep he drove 4 miles the wrong way just to stop to talk to me. That wouldn’t be the last time that happened during the night.
Dogs. So up to this point there were zero dog encounters. Really there were hardly any houses along the route to even have dogs but now for some reason they were everywhere. I carry mace in my hand at all times when on strange roads and brought my dowel rod I use for rolling out muscles as a quick weapon for the times the wind would be the wrong direction to use mace. I only had to get the rod out once for a St. Bernard that was thinking of crossing the road to me. She backed off with me telling her to go home about 5 times and shining my headlamp on the bright setting right in her face. Then the farms got so far apart and so far from the road that I couldn’t see any of the dogs, I’d just hear some bark.
Well the wind hadn’t let up one bit and it was getting towards when I’d have to go right into it again when I turned East. It was after midnight and I was pretty much just walking at that point. I’d try to sleep in the ditch but it was too cold. I left my sleep sack with my wife at 7:30 since the ditches had such sharp plant stubble in them that they would’ve completely destroyed it. I’d stop out of the wind when I’d get to a grove which was about every hour or so. Once there was a cat that kept trying to sneak up to me when I was resting in the ditch and I’d look at her and then she’d run away. We repeated this about 5 times before I left. Another time some very large bird took off from the tree above me. I’m assuming it was a vulture by the size of it. It looked black but then again it was night time. Scared me pretty good. It had the sound they always use in the movies for large angel wings.
My wife called at 1am saying she was going to bed. I thought she already was in bed. I told her I was only walking for the most part now and would never make the 8pm cutoff time to finish the route but would try to keep going. I wanted to make sunrise at least since then I’d be going mostly with the wind and then I’d be protected by the trees in the river valley once more and it’s really pretty there. Well by 2am I was regretting that and wished I had just had her come get me as she’d be here by now. I finally had a mile jog in the route where I went kind of with the wind and found a farm place with a grove on both sides of the road. I went in his field and found a spot that was calm. I laid down and kind of slept for about 15 minutes. I don’t know if I ever fell asleep though.
I awoke freezing cold and called my wife and tried to tell her to come get me through my chattering teeth. I knew it would be close to an hour so I kept walking. Then at about 3am a crew cab truck drives past and stops 50 feet ahead. Crap, here we go again. A guy gets out with a beer in hand. Sure enough people still go jagging around here. For people not from MN or Ohio (the only 2 places I know for sure call it that), that’s when you drive around on gravel roads drinking with a bunch of people. At least they were in their early 30’s. Maybe that’s worse though? Whatever, I was actually surprised that was only the second vehicle with drunk people in it I had seen that night on the gravel roads since it was Saturday night and Prom night in several towns. He asks what I’m doing. By now I’m up to the truck and can see all the drunk people in there with the windows rolled down curious as well. I explain what I’m doing and they are fully impressed. I’ll admit I kind of like when drunk people are impressed with me. I had plenty of experiences like that in college. They’re so friendly and seem genuinely impressed and amazed. They shook my hand and asked if they could help me cheat by driving me up the road. I said no and really I don’t know where I would’ve fit anyway, although at least I’d be warm. So they left.
Jessie got me around 3:30am. I went 80 miles. My legs weren’t even close to being tired and were pretty pissed at me that we weren’t running. With a little caffeine I wouldn’t be tired either. Stupid foot! An hour later, I was showered and in bed. Later that Sunday when we got up I could walk normal with a little pain. That pain got worse Monday once all the NSAIDs were gone and things swelled a little but still all just in that right foot. No muscles problems at all which I guess isn’t too surprising since it’s such a flat course and I walked probably 20 of the miles.
I learned a few new things for my Vol State race. I tried honey for the first time during a run and loved it. It goes down much smoother than gels and isn’t as sweet as I thought it’d be. My pack will work well and nothing fell out. I packed things in a pretty appropriate way as well and didn’t have any issues finding things or getting to them without removing my pack.Fully loaded with food and water I was about 10.5 pounds. I should be able to reduce that some as I carried way too much food and may not need to always carry 3L of water with me during the race. I didn’t even notice the pack when I quit after 22.5 hours so I guess that’s good. I chose the Ultimate Direction Adventure 3.0 pack. I’ve been working and adjusting it for the last 6 weeks and like it. I don’t totally love it but I doubt I’ll ever find one I love. It is much better than all the 2.0 packs they carry as they finally have an easy way to fill up the water bladder. I’ve mostly destroyed my Jurek 2.0 pack. In training I tried to use my hard water bottles from the old pack. They fit but after about 5 hours start digging into my chest so I went to the soft water bottles UD sells now. They cost more but are supremely comfortable. They only carry 0.5L each but they are much lighter. I just hope they last a long time. I’m not sure how puncture proof they are. I saw some people had the same pack at the Race That Must Not Be Spoken so perhaps they are tougher than they look.
So if everything heals and the Vol State race is still a go, I’ll write another blog about my goals and thoughts about how I plan to do the race. I’m sure all plans are gone within hours of the start but I’d like to have an idea of what I’m doing beforehand and be prepared as best as possible. If I hadn’t done this run, my Vol State race would’ve been over very quickly if I first found out then that my shoes sucked.