Capon Valley 50K Race Report

The Capon Valley 50K takes place the second weekend of May every year in WV.  A fairly low key and low fee event, it draws about 200 runners to run through some rugged trail systems and on some gravel and fire roads that weave up and down the Capon Valley. Since it is only 2 hours outside of Arlington, I figured it would be a good early season fitness test, and would force a 50K training run on trails before my upcoming Mohican 50M in mid June.

By the time I arrived at the start and checked in, I was giddy to be back running my first ultra since last year's Western States even though the weather did not look promising. With the rain all week preceding the event, the streams were sure to be swollen, and the grey sky looming overhead was not going to disappoint.  Even still, I gathered with a crowd of anxious runners just before 7:00 and took off on what would be a very soggy and mud-filled adventure.
The first section of the course was fairly runnable with only two steep climbs.  This section proved to be a good introduction of what was to come.  About 1.5 miles in we started crossing back and forth across the stream on what seemed to be more of a game trail then an actual hiking trail.  Perhaps this was due to all the rain washing out the trail this past week, or perhaps it was the two deer that came crashing through the woods and across the stream  on the course that gave me this impression.  Either way, I was feeling pretty good despite the soggy feet and was enjoying some of the beautiful country views.  What was even better was that although I didn't feel like I was running above my ability, I was the 4th female going through the first aid station!
The next section was a mix of not so smooth footing on trails and gravel roads with several hills until we ran all the way down to the river only to make a turn and start hiking back up a much steeper part of the hill.  This part was a lot of work!  But at the top we were rewarded with some better footing, and easier to follow trails.  All in all I felt pretty good on this section, I was running smoothly and hiking quickly.  Guys weren't passing me, and it seemed like I made very good steady progress.  In fact, at the top of the steep climb another guy and I gapped the pack of 5 that was fairly together hiking up the hill, and by the next aid station it was evident that I was unlikely to see any of those runners again.
The 2nd aid station marked 10.4 miles, and I was in and out before 1:45 - which meant I was clicking off, on average, 10 minute miles despite the hiking and the wet feet.  Knowing this, plus knowing that I still felt really good was an excellent morale booster a third of the way into a very wet race!
The next section was fun!  It was only about 4 miles and was mostly flat except for 1 longer nasty hill.  The trail itself was mostly an old rail-bed path (with the railway pulled up).  The only thing that made it technical was all of the water made it hard to find the path of least resistance, and the several creek crossings ensured that your shoes didn't dry off.  About a mile into this section, I got a glimpse of a runner up ahead by about 1-quarter mile.  I couldn't tell for sure given the distance and the rain and fog, but it looked like they were wearing a tank top - which made it pretty likely that this runner was probably a chick.  Excited that my race was going well and that the 3rd place female was losing ground, I made sure to make steady effort on this section.  I ended up dropping the guy that I was running with, and started gaining ground.  By the time I made it up the long hill, I could tell for sure that the runner up ahead was a girl, and I also discovered that my effort was going to reward me with 2 people to chase instead of just one.  With under half a mile to go to the aid station, I caught and passed both the third place girl, and the guy she had caught and was running with.
At aid station 3, I was feeling confident.  I was still clicking off 10-minute miles, and needed to stop to refuel a little.  I grabbed some water and some potato chips while the 2 people I caught barely re-passed me by not stopping for aid, and then I headed off down the path.
Catching the girl again proved easier than I thought it would. I knew she was getting tired, since otherwise I wouldn't have caught her 5 minutes before. And I was able to use her fatigue to my advantage.  Less than 1/2-mile from the aid station we crossed the creek and started making our way down a section of trail that was practically a swamp.  While she seemed to be having a hard time with the footing, I was able to dance through the mud a bit more easily and at least mentally was trying to exude confidence and a lack of fatigue.  Within a couple minutes, I couldn't hear her behind me anymore and I was making up ground on the guy that she had been running with as well.  (I later found out that she dropped at some point, which was a bit disappointing, as I like to see everyone finish!)  After a few minutes of swamp land, we turned to the left and started hiking. And hiking, and hiking.  This would be the biggest climb of the race.  But the climb allowed me to catch the guy who had re-passed me at the aid station.  I caught him and ran with him to the next aid station, which marked 18.9 miles.
At aid station 4, I was starting to slow a little bit.  Partially from all the hiking, and partially because I am almost never on trails as washed out or muddy as these!  Either way, I was still feeling reasonably well and was enjoying the day.  The guy I was running with must have felt a little bit better, as he pulled ahead upon leaving the aid station, and I figured I'd be moseying down the path on my own for awhile.  And so I did.  This section was a joy, and was probably my favorite section of the race.  The footing was good, there was some honest single track, and the trail just winded along in a way that just felt right.  Apparently I got a little too lost in the joy of running on this section though, because somewhere along mile 21 I caught my toe on a root that was buried in a puddle and went flying.  This landed me both back in reality, and squarely in the mud.  But never mind, I got up, and was more focused than ever for the next three miles.  Focused enough that I caught the guy ahead of me again, and ran with him for a minute or two before leaving him behind about half a mile out from the aid station.  I was happy to see the aid station - my stomach was starting to turn, and I was out of water.
At this aid station, I needed to get some serious water both in me and in my pack, which was just about dry. So I rehydrated as they refilled my pack and then I was on my way again.  From here there were only 6.6 miles to go.  Now I just had to keep my gut in check for a little over an hour.  As soon as I left the aid station, I could tell that something was funny with the bladder in my hydration pack. It felt like water was gushing out of it and down my legs.  Hoping that they just spilled some water as they filled it up, I soon forgot it and headed up the next hill, and the guy that was now behind me was nowhere to be seen.  After what should have only been a few minutes of climbing but seemed like an eternity, the trail leveled off and the rest of the section was actually mostly downhill with a few short climbs thrown in to keep your on your toes.  Even still, this "short" 3.2 mile section was for me the hardest part of the race.  I was having stomach issues that eventually necessitated a pit stop, and I was starting to just get tired.  Somehow during this portion, I managed to catch 2 more guys, and eventually made it to the last aid station.
At aid station 6, nothing looked appealing. I grabbed some chips, and went down the trail.  In my tired state, I didn't grab any water. I was thinking that my pack certainly had enough water in it to get me home.  About 800 meters down the road, I realized my error and that my pack was actually empty with maybe 2 swigs of water left in it.  Well crap.  Another 400 meters and my body realized that I was pushing beyond any of my recent training runs and started shutting down. Double crap. For 8 minutes or so I did a run/walk until I wizened up and realized I still had Gu with Caffeine, and that was likely all I needed.  Once I got the Gu in me at the expense of the last of my water, I started to feel better and was able to start running steadily again. At this point the course just wound back down the hill the creek on the same trail we that we started on, and after zigzaggin 5 times across the creek there was 1 decent climb and 1 short climb and then a mile of downhill and flat to the finish. I was golden.  Somewhere in the middle of the zigzagging, a guy caught up with me and ran with me until about mile 30 at which point he ran about 10-15 seconds ahead of me and would finish 13 seconds in front of me.  But I was okay with that. I was going to hit a HUGE PR and according to him the next female runner was a LONG WAY back.  I just had to keep moving, and I was going to both massively PR and land on the podium for my first time ever in an ultra!!
Finally at 5:26:56, I crossed the line and very very happily learned that I wasn't 3rd.  I was SECOND! And I had managed a top 20 overall! I couldn't have had a better day on such soggy trails!  I am still elated, and am anxious to see how my 50 Miler in a little over a month is going to go.

2nd Place Female! 16th overall!

Happy Trails Everyone!
-Melinda

Pure Grit ^2 = AWESOME! -- Pure Grit 2 shoe review.

I'm always a little skeptical of trail shoe claims.  Especially trail shoe claims that are from the same line as a pair of road shoes.  But the Brooks Pure line fit my feet so well that I figured it was worth the shot.

Take 1: The Brooks Pure Grit Original.  Light (7.6oz), fast, fits like a road shoe, and an interesting lug pattern that was worth a go.

Results: Not impressed.  While I liked how the shoe cradled my foot, the swirly cool looking lug pattern was worthless on anything other than dry dirt. And outside of the toe box was so soft that even gently gracing the smallest rock with the front end of the shoe felt like knocking your foot into a chair leg.

Take 2: The Brooks Pure Grit 2.  After slipping and sliding all over snowy trails in the original version, I stopped by Road Runner Sports in Falls Church to see what else was available.  After trying on nearly every trail shoe there (which for the record they have the best in stock selection of trail shoes I have found in NoVa since the local chains tend to cater solely to the asphalt pounders (I checked)) I settled on the Pure Grit 2.  

Results: An AMAZING and major upgrade from the original.

Still comfortable after 24 miles of trails!

For starters the 2s have a wrap tongue that stays in place and is attached to the length of the shoe on one side.  Next, the toe box is mildly reinforced with stronger material which whether intended or not protects the front of the foot from trail debris.  Third, the shoe laces stay tied better - a small but very important detail.  Fourth, the shoe has a little more cushion which gives it a softer ride. And finally, the lug pattern is amazing!  Little diamonds stacked on top of little diamonds, with little tiny "grippers" in the middle to really grab the trail. And the lugs change direction in the middle of the shoe so that the front half helps grab the trail going up hills and the back half helps break a little running down hill.  Pretty freaking sweet!  And at 8.2 oz it's still a super lightweight and fast shoe.  After runs of various lengths of up to 4 hrs, and in various conditions (dry, snow, through and after water crossings, and even navigating piles of horse crap) these shoes continue to feel great, stick to the trail, and really impress.  I'm not sure what they'll do to try to top the shoe next year; but as far as I am concerned, I hope they don't change a thing!

SWEET LUGS! The PureGrit2 close up!

Happy Trails Everyone!

-Melinda

Theodore Roosevelt Island - Trail Review

Sometimes, I just don't feel like venturing outside of the beltway to find some trails for my run. Luckily, I can head on over to give a shout out to Teddy and do some short laps around the Theodore Roosevelt Island.

The island is a great little gem in North Arlington, right off the GW Parkway.  The parking lot is accessible from the North bound lanes of the GW parkway, and their is ample parking to go around if you get there reasonably early.  (I have arrived close to 10am and there were many open spots.) Another awesome thing about this park's location is that it links up with the Mount Vernon trail, so you can even run there via the well maintained and paved bike / foot traffic trail if you so choose.  Also, it is a stone's throw from the C&O Canal Towpath, and is directly next to an access point for the Potomac Heritage trail (same parking lot, right by car entrance way).

Each blaze green lap at Teddy is about 1.3 miles - so while I wouldn't head out there for a 20 miler, it is great for some shorter runs.  Also, on April 1, the bathrooms will open back up for the season - something us distance junkies nearly always note.  The laps are flat, the trail is well maintained, and you will usually see quite a few other people out for runs and walks with families and friends of both the two and four legged variety.  Despite the heavy use, and the 'as close to road without being asphalt' trails, it's a great way to satisfy the craving for some mud on the shoes.  It's also proven to be a fantastic wind blocker, thanks to the trees that cover the island.  If you live in NOVA and haven't checked out Teddy Roosevelt, I highly suggest you do even if you are not a trail runner.  It is a very enjoyable trail that breaks up some of the monotony of asphalt pounding.

More information on the park and how to get there can be found at http://www.nps.gov/this/index.htm.

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Happy Trails!
-Melinda

Something bigger than running.

I've been starting to increase my mileage and generally get back into the swing of training as I gear up for the Mohican 50 Miler in OH in mid June.  (As soon as I figure out the best way to format my training plan I will post what I think is a very reasonable 50 Miler training plan as well.)  Last weekend I had a very successful double with a generally comfortable 18 miler on Saturday followed by 10 miles mostly on trails on Sunday. And today, I had perhaps my best weekday run in a month during the "Snowquester" which lacked in snow, but did give me a day to work from home and fit in a mid day run instead of a 440AM run.

However, despite my good fortune of being back to logging miles, I felt the need to do more.  Not more for my running; but more in general.  So I've signed up to be part of Team St. Jude.  My initial goal is a modest goal of raising $1,000 over the next 3 months prior to my 50 Miler for St. Jude Children's Hospital.  I genuinely hope that some of you consider making a donation on my behalf.

I chose St. Jude as a charity to run for because of their dedication to pediatric medicine and research.  Not only do they help children that are far less fortunate than myself and may never know the joy of bounding down a path on a hot summer day; but, they provide their care at no cost to the families of the patients that receive it.

Please help me reach my goal by making a donation to St. Jude through the link here.

Thanks and Happy Trails!

-Melinda

Wildcat Mountain, VA - Trail Review

A couple weekends ago, I thought I had the perfect plan for a reintroduction to running on trails.  I was going to go do Old Rag early in the morning before the crowds, suffer on the perfectly manicured switchbacks that wind up to stunning views, and then enjoy running down the fire road on the backside.  However, due to a little bit of weekend snow and sub-freezing temperatures, I decided to stay a little closer to home.  Instead, at the suggestion of a new trail running friend, we headed out to Wildcat Mountain in Warrenton, Va.  I can say, I am happy that we did.

I had never heard of Wildcat Mountain, despite its proximity to Arlington, and its ease of access.  Wildcat sits right off of exit 29 on I-66 and is only about 45 minutes outside of Arlington.  The Mountain is maintained by the Nature Conservatory, and offers a very secluded bit of trail that offered both a pleasant and a stark contrast to the city streets on which I log most of my miles.  An excellent set of trail directions, an elevation profile, and directions to the trail head can be found here.  As such, my trail review is going to focus on how I perceived the trail, and the benefits that I think can be gotten out of completing training runs out at Wildcat Mtn.

The trail itself consists of a small web of trails on which we did about a 5.2 mile snow covered figure 8 style loop with just over 1500 ft of climbing.  It proved to be a difficult re-introduction to the trails off the bat as it starts with roughly a 400 or so foot upward hike on a slightly rough single track trail.  With this climb, I was quickly reminded to respect both the trail as well as what the day gives you.  After the first climb, things level off for a bit, and you follow a nice and mostly runnable section of trail for the with some steep downhills even until around the 2 mile mark where you start heading up again.  The second major uphill was not as steep as the first.  However, it did seem to be a bit longer. The elevation profile on the Hiking Upward page, (linked above), shows that to indeed be the case. Once we got towards the top of the hill we started to be rewarded for our efforts.  Near the top there are several old stone fences, and at the top of the loop sits an old farm house in a small clearing that gives a slight window to history.  The rest of the hike went much like the first half, with some good runnable sections, and some steep downhills, on which we were extra careful due to the ice and snow, until we found ourselves back at the small parking lot and thoroughly pleased with the days efforts.

All in all, Wildcat Mtn. provides a wicked training loop for any trail runner with a bit of masochistic tendencies.  Also, with the loop distance, it sets up perfectly for long run days, as the car can become a make-shift aid station so long as you have enough gumption to keep going after returning to it to restock.  I'd rate this trail about a 3 out of 5 in terms of difficulty (totally subjective, I know), with difficulty points being added for the less than manicured single track portions, a couple of steep climbs and descents and the stream crossings.  I'm not sure how much the snow impacted my score, so I will try to remember to update this when I do it in drier conditions.  I am very excited to get back out on there in the upcoming weeks, as the variation and technical level of the trail is enough to whip any level of runner into tip-top shape.

I'd like to see what my impression of the trail is when it is not a snow covered and slippery winter wonderland.  I'd also like to see if my new trail shoes, the Pure Grit 2's, make any difference with their newly optimized lug pattern over the 1's which I was wearing this time.  (Shoe review coming soon!)

Until next time, happy trails!
-Melinda

It's dark. Be bright!! --nighttime gear review

It's January.  Probably one of the hardest months of the year to get motivated to run.  With the short days and the cold winters in Va. all of the runners I know are either on the dreadmill, running in the dark, or still in hibernation mode after their fall races.  At least during the work week anyhow.
I am running in the dark.  All this dark running makes me even more anxious for the weekend. On Saturday and Sunday, I can't wait to take in the sunlight, and get as much Vitamin D synthesis going on as possible!  But during the week, I am heading out for my runs in the dark.  On each of these runs, I am always genuinely happy to see other runners out logging miles.  However, I am often equally amazed at how many fail to wear any sort of reflective gear, or carry a flashlight!  While it's always fun to feel like a ninja, it's way more fun to NOT get hit by a car while crossing a street on your evening jog.  I would put money on about 80% of runners not carrying or wearing any sort of light or reflective gear.  And sorry folks, but a white tee-shirt does not qualify.
Now since you are reading my blog, I am going to assume you fall in to the 20% category, or you are a family member that thinks I'm a little silly for running so much anyhow.  Either way, thank you for humoring me and your reward is my review on the gear that I rely on to keep me visible when I am hitting the pavement without the sunshine. :-)

My Nighttime Running Essentials

For starters, I recommend that any runner that is expecting to be out between dusk and dawn don a reflective vest.  I recommend the Nathan Sport Streak reflective vest which retails for about $20-$25.  This little investment will make you visible 1200 feet away, is super lightweight (.2 lb), machine washable, and easily fits over any running shirt or jacket.  It also comes in sizes (not one fit all) and the newer versions even have an incorporated waterproof ID information card.  Without reflective gear, a runner at night is only visible from about 200 feet away.  If you like running as much as I do, please wear a reflective vest for those early am and late evening runs.
Next, I recommend a light.  At least one. I carry two.  A headlamp is a great hands free option, and is far easier to get used to running with than you may suspect.  I use and love my Black Diamond the Spot headlamp.  At $40 and available at pretty much any outdoors store it's a great value.  It's also light weight and in "Spot" mode, throws out 90 lumens of light.  Trust me, at 5am, that's a bright path to follow down the road.  I also find that it is light and bright enough for trail racing.  I wore it all night at Western States and didn't notice it at all.  The battery life is also exceptional, although after several hours of high powered use, the light will dim some, and it's one drawback is probably the 4 AAAs it needs to operate.  But in terms of light output, cost, and size, I find it to be a truly essential piece of gear.
Finally, I also carry a flashlight.  I prefer to keep to a small Princeton Tec AMP 1.0 light which fits easily in my hand, and is not uncomfortable to carry in my teeth thanks to the plastic/rubber handle.  The key to the flashlight is that in a really dark spot it gives some extra light, and if you have it with you, it may provide the light you need to change out your main light (headlamp) batteries without being completely in the dark.  Additionally, I like the plastic handle because it is not cold to hold onto in the winter, and the rubber side has a grip or two on it that prevents it from slipping out of your hand in the summer.  The Princeton Tec AMP 1.0 light retails for about $10-$12 and is also available at most outdoors shops.
I rely on each of these products multiple times a week and have had no issues with the quality of any of them.  I hope that all the runners reading my blog find this information useful. If you have had different experiences with the gear I mention, or think you have an even better piece of nighttime running gear, please leave a comment and let me know! In the mean time, imagine how hard core you look running outside on a dark rainy night with a headlamp on.  You. Look. Business.
Happy trails everyone!
-Melinda

Western States 2012 - Race Report

Western States 2012 –June 23/24

               Starting at 5:00 am in Squaw Valley, there was an awesome energy among both the participants and spectators alike.  This race is bigger than Boston for the likes of the subculture of running that is ultra-marathoning.  It is one of the oldest and most challenging ultras in the country.  Originating from a horse race known as the Tevis Cup, this run covers 100.2 miles and includes over 18000 feet of climb and 22000 feet of pounding descent.  The day was going to be much cooler than anticipated – actually down right cold for June, far colder than anticipated temps.  As the clock counted down to 5AM and we were started with a shotgun blast, I began the trek up to Escarpment with a little under 400 other ultra-marathoners.  Where usually people worry about going too fast in a race, the only folks going out hard here were the Elites.  Everyone else set out at a steady hike up the side of the mountain to Escarpment - a 3.5 mile climb of 2550 feet.

               Less than halfway up the climb it began to sink in that the race is more about enduring than finishing fast, especially if this is your first time taking aim at 100 miles, as it was mine.  About 1.5 miles in the wind picked up substantially and the gusts must have been without exaggeration upwards of 40 mph.  I couldn’t hike straight.  And then around mile 2, the hail started.  Driving wind, fog, and hail – this was the story for the first part of the race.  After 55 minutes of strenuous hiking I reached Escarpment.  After another short, but extremely steep climb I was over the ridge and on the backside of the mountain running on the most beautiful single track imaginable and finally semi protected against the biting wind.

Heading into Duncan Canyon AS - The volunteers were amazing!

               The next 7 miles to Lyon’s ridge, is a bit of a blur.  I felt great. The run was beautiful, and for once I felt like I hadn’t started too fast.  I reached the 10.5 mile mark right at 2:20. Not bad considering the first hour was almost exclusively hiking.  Miles 10.5 to 23 were a quite similar.  No snow on the course due to the dry and mild winter, and some amazing trail and beautiful landscapes.  That plus the amazing aid stations well stocked with chicken broth and Oreos were making my day – even if the temps were in the 30’s, the hail stuck around a bit, and I couldn’t see the valley from the high elevations due to the fog. 

               Then around mile 24 or so I began the trek up to Robinson Flat, mile 29.7.  This marks the end of the first 1/3rd of the race, the first weigh in, and the first point at which I would meet my sister, Kristi, to restock, and change socks.  Somewhere on those miles, maybe around mile 26 is the first real creek crossing.  I misstep and fall in.  Entirely soaking the left side of my body and completely zapping my energy and focus.  After several minutes of being upset at myself for falling and hiking / running towards Robinson I finally regain my mental game, but my hand is frozen and I notice both of my hands are swollen.  Finally, after 6hrs and 44min I reach Robinson Flat.  Still averaging my anticipated pace, things are looking up.  And then I weigh in.  Lucky for me the girl misreads the scale and records that I am only 3 pounds up from my starting weight; I’m actually closer to 5.  Knowing that this plus my painfully swollen hands that look like balloons means that I am retaining too much water and salt, I make a mental note to watch my sodium, and lower my fluid intake while the weather is still cold.  Then I head over to meet my sister for a change of socks.  Dry socks when you’ve already run 30 miles and are soaked and freezing can make you feel like a million bucks.  After some help from Kristi, since my hands aren’t working too well, I am ready to go.  At 11:51am I check out of Robinson Flat and am determined to make the next segment go better than the last 6 miles.

The next segment goes pretty well.  It’s very runnable.  I’m starting to warm up, and the swelling in my hands is beginning to decrease.  I’m feeling pretty good and the downhill doesn’t seem to be beating up my quads too badly.  Until I hit the two steep canyons -   two extremely steep, technical, downhills.  Each followed by an equally steep uphill with minimal flat between.  The steepest part of the canyons is a couple miles of knee jarring downhill into the first canyon followed by 36 switchbacks to get back up to Devil’s thumb on the other side.  After this climb, I know the steep trail and hills are really beginning to wear on me.  Somewhere in here I hit 50 miles around 11:30, too slow to meet my dream of 24 hours; but definitely still on pace to finish.  I make it to the bottom of the second Canyon, and give in to the fact that I’m going to spend a bit of time bandaging my foot at the top of the next climb, as all the steep downhill has obviously caused some serious damage to one of my toes. But I start the hike up to Michigan’s Bluff with gusto after stopping for watermelon and animal crackers at the bottom of the final canyon, Eldorado Creek.

After 2.7 miles of climbing and 7 switchbacks later, I see asphalt for the first time all day.  I have reached Michigan’s Bluff, the weather has finally warmed up to a nice 55 or so degrees, and I again meet my sister for a new pair of socks and a change of shoes.  Upon taking off my shoe, I realize that I was right about needing some foot attention and hobble over to the medical tent as my toenail is detaching from the base, and has caused a massive blister.  OUCH!  After what seemed like an eternity of poking, lancing, and taping I am on my way again.  I tell Kristi that I will see her in about an hour and a half at Forest Hill. Who knew blisters could be so incredibly painful!

Heading into Michigan Bluff Aid Station at Mi. 55

The next 7 miles are uneventful and eventually after 15 hours and 13 minutes, I make it to the 100k mark that is Forest Hill.  Here I pick up my pacer, Greg, a guy from San Fran that digs ultra-running, and has volunteered to run with me for the last 38 miles.  Man am I happy to see him!  We meet up with Kristi to grab headlamps and head back to the woods.  After updating him on how I feel – hiking is solid, flats and moderate downhills are still runnable, steep downhills have beaten down the quads pretty good, and I’m in good spirits about the race in general, we continue pressing on.  He’s a good distractor telling me about his recent trip to Spain and Italy, and how he got into running.  He’s also extremely motivating and patient as I start having a similar blister situation on my other foot and have to see the podiatrist a few more times before the end of the night.  And as the sun sets, Greg becomes my second set of eyes for rocks and roots on the trails.  Eventually, even with our pace slowing as the clock ticks on past midnight, and I really begin to feel the effects of the hours and the miles, we reach Rucky Chucky, the infamous river crossing and mile 78. 

The Rucky Chucky river is low enough this year to be crossed on foot with the help of some amazing volunteers and a cable to help us stay upright during the crossing.  The water feels like an ice bath on my quads, and comes up to the middle of my stomach.  It is refreshing on the legs, but very cold at the same time.  Once across, we towel off as best we can and start the 1.9 mile hike to Green Gate. 

At Green Gate, we see Kristi for the last time until the finish, and slowly squirm out of our wet clothes and into dry shirts, jackets, compression socks, and a final pair of fresh shoes and socks.  At 12:34am we head off down the trail, ready to endure the last 20 miles.

Although I had been tackling the whole day by getting to the next aid station, from here on out the next aid station became a goal versus a midway point.  All of the nighttime aid stations were lit up like little cities in the forest, and the volunteers were amazing.  The one that stands out the most is Brown’s Bar, mile 89.9.  We hit this aid station right around 5am, and the next segment might have been for me the toughest part of the entire race.  It was certainly, one of the slowest.  I was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted at this point and had been downing everything from Mountain Dew to 2x Caffeine Gu packets and even coffee to keep moving – this in itself became difficult as at some point during the night I started becoming nauseous which forced more walking and more slowing.  Thinking that perhaps my salt intake was finally going in the other direction, I tried righting the situation with salt, that didn’t seem to help. I also tried eating less, eating more, drinking more, drinking less, but nothing seemed to really cure it. So I just kept moving slowly towards the goal.

At some point the sun came up.  I think I was still on the segment after Brown’s Bar.  And at some point after that we finally finished this segment and I realized that if I didn’t start making it hurt some, it was going to be a long morning.  I think with the sun, I finally got a little energy back maybe; but either way I started jogging more eventually making it to No Hands Bridge, and I knew that with a little over 3 miles left I was going to make it.  And once I reached Robie Point at 98.9, I thought I might tear up a bit.  And I think I would have, had I the energy to do so.  And then finally, Greg and I reached the track.  And Greg being as unassuming as he is, split off and I ran, and actually ran somehow, the last 200 m, managing to pass a guy on the track and finishing my first 100.2 mile race in 27 hours 17 minutes and 29 seconds. 

I didn’t ask Greg why he didn’t run in with me; but I think it was just another example of how incredible of a pacer he had been over the last 12 hours.  How his only goal was to get me to finish.  I felt really fortunate to have him as a pacer, my sister on the course for me, and all of the amazing volunteers over the course of the race.  I could not have done it without them.  But with them, I managed to accomplish something that a few years ago seemed impossible, and for several years had been my goal – I had finished the Western States Endurance Run, and had covered over 100 miles of difficult trail without stopping in a little over a day.  And now, I cannot wait to start training for another one.