Monday, June 28, 2010


Ever since I was 25 miles into my first marathon, there has been this persistant buzzing going around in my head. You see, it was at that point during the Equinox Marathon that there was a person standing on the course directing the marathoners to the right, to run the last mile or so to the finish, and the ultramarathoners to the left, to complete a 5 mile loop before finishing the 50k. I wanted to "have" to go left and run the 50k. At that point, I was also glad to be directed to go right and finish for the day.

Fast forward a couple of months and I am tooling around online looking for my next race when I discover the Sweetwater 50k. Aha! Now I have found my chance to become an ultrarunner. Not long after finishing Sweetwater, that damn buzzing was back....
"You can go further!" "50k is not enough" "What about 50m, or even 100m?" Why would I even entertain thoughts like this...Clearly I have lost my mind! Well, I mean I could finish 50m, I did just run a 50k...

I decided to put those thoughts out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. BQ. that is the real goal right? Except, my heart really isn't in it right now. My heart belongs to the trails. Case in point, I jump at the chance to run Chattooga and rework my training schedule. Even though I got slightly lost and perhaps suffered from serious dehydration, I had a blast. Blog post after blog post I read, there are trail runners everywhere. Ican hear that damn buzzing again.

Then I find out about this race called the Barkley Marathons. More Buzzing. I wonder if I could complete a loop...maybe even the Fun Run...Always in the back of my mind. It's like the running equivilant of "Field of Dreams", if you train for it, your application will come....100 miles...

I swear off all crazy talk and refocus on my winter marathon.

My new friends are all facebooking about trail runs.....Laurel Valley this, Chattooga that. Over night trail runs. Lil Weezy's voice in the back of my head yelling, "Pinhoti Baby!" I see Tony G's face all over FB talking about GRR100. Sully, Charles and Psyche are all talking about trail runs....BUZZZ

100 miler...

Then Western States fever starts heating up....a couple of southeastern runners make the trip out west to attempt a run at a belt buckle. BUZZZ "you should run WS100"

Geoff Roes runs out of his mind and sets the CR....BUZZZZZZZZZ

Then it happens. I crack. "I think I would be best served to pace someone at Pinhoti 100 to see if this is really for me."

Psyche says she would love to have me run with her.

So it's in motion. Pacers can join in after aid station 7, 42 miles in. Hmmm, should I run the remaining 58, you know, to get feel for an attempt at 100?

Then without even thinking about it, I send off my application for Long Cane 50 miler. you know, just for "preparing" to pace at Pinhoti...whatever that means. I'm sick, I tell you...

BUZZZZZZ...Pinhoti....BUZZZZ WS100...BUZZZZ Barkley?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

SufferSummerfest 2010

Summer of base building and marathon prep...

As June begins to wind down, the temps around here are on the rise. I knew this day would come. I told my running buddies this winter, that we would miss the cool, morning runs. It was reported earlier this week that Savannah was the hottest place in the country. Back-to-back days of 100+ temps. I went for my 5 miler on Tuesday and was I in for a rude awakening...Struggling to run a 10:30, my HR was sitting in the high 150's. Yesterday's run was a little better, about 8 degrees cooler and I held a 9:40 for the overall pace. Striders afterward were a struggle to hold proper form...Is this what I am in for all summer???

I keep setting the alarm in an attempt to wake up and run before work. I end up playing teh snooze bar game. it is not in my genetic make-up to rise early and be a dew sweeper...So, I will b!tch about the heat for another week or two, before my body gets used to it.

I am in week one my Mystery Mountain Marathon training program. This race will be held on 10/10/10 (same day as Chicago); I will piggy back off of this training and attempt run a 3:30 Mary at Kiawah in December. This all hinges on me dropping about 20 pounds over the next 4-5 months...very achievable goal.

So, here is my training schedule...What do you think?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Chattooga 50k Race Report

Terri Hayes is a firecracker of a little ultrarunner and every year she puts on the South Carolina Ultras on Trails Race Series. The series consist of five races that are free of charge, Terri does accept donations to offset her expenses. In the world of sky rocketing road marathon fees, this is a welcome change! At the urging of The Sean and Psyche, I emailed Terri to see if there were any slots left. The races are capped at 74 runners; this one was full. Luckily, there were a few drops and I got in! Just recovering from my first 50k at Sweetwater, I continued to log miles and planned on running it "just for fun" (If that is ever the case...)

Holly and I drove up from Atlanta and found a hotel room about 30 miles from the Cherry Hill Recreation Area, where the race was to begin. We drove over Saturday evening to scout out the place and meet a few people. As I drove into the campground I immediately spotted The Sean and got out to talk to him. We also meet Jim and his wife Jade, this would be Jim's first ultra. Not longer after that, Terri and Psyche came back from a course-marking trip. (In hindsight, this is really funny; I think I will let Psyche explain it though...) After meeting Terri and Psyche we hung out in the campsite for a bit before calling it a night.

Arriving early Sunday morning, my plan to run easy was quickly dashed and I had visions of "PR's" dancing in my head. The usual suspects were milling around and after a short briefing from Terri, we were off and running. We started on a 3.5 mile out and back on the Winding Stairs Trail. I fell into a line mid-pack with some great characters. Jim was leading us down the 1000 ft decent, while Lil Wheezy and Jason Sullivan were keeping our minds off the task at hand with some light banter. Some of this "banter" is not fit to print, let's just say we had fun going down the trail...As we were getting close to the bottom, the leaders were coming back. The Sean looked comfortable in second place. Hitting the gravel road we began our climb back out. The return trip took a little more energy and I slipped off of the back of the line.

Reaching the first aid station at about 6.5 miles in, I refueled and crossed over Hwy 107, entering the Big Bend Trail. Not long onto this trail we were blazing down some rooty, single track. As I approached the first wooden bridge the runner 20 yards ahead of me yelled back a warning that the bridge was slippery. "Okay, thanks!" Yup, then I wiped out on the bridge. Landed square on my left side and blasted the cap off of my water bottle, 15 feet into the creek. DOH! luckily It hung up on some branches and I was able to retrieve it and save half of the water in my bottle. We were told to only drink the creek water if we treated it; I did not carry anything to treat it.

I spent the next ten miles by myself, Allowing the morning to unfold, taking in the beauty of the forest. I ran several miles along the Chattooga, listening to the serenade of it's beautiful song. As the temperature slowly rose, I was coming close to taking a dip into the cool water of the river.

As I began to climb away from the river, the quiet of the forest began to wear on me, I did not hear or see anyone for miles. A lot goes through your mind when you are out in the middle of a national forest all by yourself, especially after you learn this is where they filmed "Deliverance".

Then I turned a corner and running right towards me was The Sean. He looked cool and comfortable. Man was he a sight for sore eyes. He asked how I was doing, I told him good now that I saw him; I thought I was off course. He assured me I was going the right way and wished me well. After that, I did not see another runner for over ten minutes ~ He was cruising!

As I climbed out of the trail, back to Hwy 107, I saw the familiar sight of Holly's car. Ha! My Sweet Boo was at the 2nd aid station! Out of water from my earlier mishap, I refueled, grabbed some food and head out for a 2 mile out and back. As I entered the station Jason and Wayne were leaving; It was my goal to catch them and run with them for a while. Those last ten solo miles were tough and I didn't want to run by myself. I caught them at the turn around and we ascended the next two miles back to the aid station together. Since this section between aid stations was so short, I made good use of it and drained both water bottles in attempt to get my hydration back on track.

Pulling back into the aid station we all must have looked refreshed because the volunteers commented on how good we looked. I remember Holly looking at me and saying "You are doing really great!" I stuck with those guys going back onto the Foothill Trail and must say, I really enjoyed running with them. Wayne kept us fired up, even taking time to talk a little shit to the trail markers. I was like a rubber band stretching out on the climbs and snapping back on the down hills. As the climbs grew longer, my band eventually broke and I was dropped.
I tried to keep them in sight as long as possible; I eventually looked up and they were gone.

They disappeared into the distance somewhere around mile 24. I was prepared to finish alone but was secretly hoping someone would roll up on me and we could run in together. I drained my second water bottle around mile 26 and still had not been caught from behind. I caught occational glimpses of Wayne and Jason on the trails above me, giving me motivation to continue "moving forward" Somewhere in this mile I made a critical navigational error (Yes, I got lost) I found myself going straight up this runoff. it was so steep I had to concentrate on every step and I had stopped looking for trail blazes.

Interestingly enough, before starting mile 27, I had decided to run that mile for my father. I had a few chats with him on the climb and drew strength from his example. My dad's mile took me 33 minutes, he always gets his money's worth. Reaching the top of this gut wrenching climb, I discovered a road. Wait, there is not supposed to be a road here. We were never to go on a road! FML! What did I do?!?!?! No?!?! Do I need to go back down that hill? What if this is right and I go back down only to have to come back up again? How about I just sit her until someone comes and gets me??? I needed to push forward. I began to backtrack looking for a blaze, when I came across an intersection I remembered from the morning. Do I go left or right? Let's go right. Being back on trail, I was rejuvinated and running strong, albeit downhill. 1/4 mile in I see two runners coming toward me? Huh? They tell me I am going the right way but that makes no sense. After a short discusion ("We are going this way!"), I decide to follow them. At this point, my pace is terrible and I cannot hang onto them. Without fear, I know I am going in the right direction and keep moving forward. I continue to work my way through the final couple of climbs and come back to Hwy 107. A quick left turn and I am soon on the road to the finish.

As I look in the distance, I see the most beautiful woman in the world. (Standing next to her is my wife. J/K) My sweet boo is holding the clipboard at the finish line, recording times. Every runner dreams of being greeted at the finish line by their loved ones, this was no exception. Without saying a word, we both knew what we had gone through over that last ten mile stretch. Thank you for being there.

Speaking of thank you...THANK YOU to all of the volunteers at the aid station and the finish line, as runners we get to enjoy our love of this sport, but without those people behind the scene, it would not be possible. Special thanks to Terri for putting on this great event!

On the car ride home, we had this great discussion about getting out of your "Comfort Zone" I pushed myself to the edge with muscle failure and dehydration. I was forced out of my comfort zone and into that dark place I don't like to see. There was a point where I was longing for the comfort of my bed, wrapped up in my blanket. Instead, I was forced to push through, see that the dark place isn't that bad, it will not last forever. It is hard to put into words, but everytime I go into that place, I come out the other side a little long as I keep putting one foot in front of the other; one step at a time.

Final numbers per Garmin:

Now that I am familiar with the course (and some areas around the course) I look forward to running this race next year...maybe with The Sean...