2011 Year in Review

Year of Challenges

As 2011 comes to a close, I reflect on an amazing year of running.  I had many highlights, a few lowlights and various challenges. 

Since I am fairly new to blogging and don’t have much of a history of posts to rely on, let me reflect for a minute on running prior to 2011.  I began my running journey during my junior and senior years of high school (1991-1993) where I ran cross-country and learned to both love and hate running.  I hated it because I was not fast (which seemed the point of cross-country) but loved it because we were running trails in beautiful back country.  Fast forward to 2008, after many years of inconsistent running I decided to take up, what seemed like for me, the most improbable challenge – to train for and attempt a marathon.  It was a late winter day and I stepped onto the track at the local YMCA.  “Here I am” I thought, “time to start”.  Sixteen laps (one mile) later and I felt like I would cough up a lung and die.  It felt that bad. Eight months later and I finished my first marathon in just under 4 hours.  I was on top of the world.  The next two years were spent trying to figure out where I fit in distance running.  I wasn't fast and struggled at the end of my only half and full marathons.  I added another marathon in 2009 and a handful of half marathons.  I improved my times at the half, got slower at the full and could never manage to improve on my 5k or 5 mile times.  Late in 2010, I entered a 10 mile trail run.  I am still not sure what specifically drove me to enter it but I vaguely remember thinking that my time on a 10 mile trail run should be about the same as my road half marathon times.  Boy was I wrong! I entered the Conestoga Trail 10 miler which self-proclaims to be “arguably the toughest 10 miler on the east coast” (or something like that). How hard could it be?

The RD tells us at the start to plan on a time of “twice your normal 10 mile time”.  Really? That would put me at 16 minute miles.  That’s absurd! Well 2 hours 42 minutes later (right on 16 min/mile pace) I finished the hardest run I have ever had.  And that is exactly what I told my wife when I hobbled in my house after the race. It was only 10 miles but tougher than either marathon or any training run I completed in the past.  But I loved every second of it! That day, I fell in love with trail running. 

The weeks that followed that crazy 10 miler, I researched other trail events in the area.  I also researched further the idea of an ultra-marathon.   Was it doable? Was it possible? Am I crazy? The answer to all was yes, at least in my mind.  I spent more time concocting a plan that would allow me to run a 50 miler the end of 2011.  Would I really be ready for it? I had a lot of work to do. The plan was simple though – work my way up to specific trail events strategically placed throughout the year, use those trail events as training runs and when it came time to the fall, I should be ready for a 50 miler. 

2011 started off with maintaining 15-25 miles per week.  This doesn’t seem like a lot but for me to maintain this over the winter months was more than I had done in years past. At the end of February I slowly increased my mileage and was able to make my way out on the trails every so often.  When I hit the middle of March I knew it was time to really start getting in some time on my feet.  It was one month to my first trail event and I knew I needed more.  I put in the time, the miles and the hills.  Was it enough?

Challenge #1 - Hyner View Trail Challenge

This race is 16.5 miles of gnarly (translation = technical) trails.  Close to 4500 feet of ascents with an equal amount of descents. 

This event contains one of the better vistas in Pennsylvania.  I was looking forward to it but somehow felt that I hadn’t been able to get enough time on hills.  Although I wasn’t “racing” this event, I did have a finishing time I thought doable in the back of my mind.  Four hours I thought was plenty of time to get through this course.  In the days before the race, I did what most trail runners do – continually check the weather forecast.  It was looking good about 10 days out, 9 days out, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, oh, and then the outlook changed.  A big system was forecasted to sit over the entire central part of Pennsylvania on Saturday April 16, 2011.  The day before – absolutely perfect.  Saturday – cold (37 degrees F), rainy and windy.   Oh man – the one weather condition I loathe running in.  So I arrived in what I thought would be plenty of time to find that the weather didn’t keep too many people away.  900 out of 1000 registered runners/hikers showed up. I was surprised.  My first decision of the day came at my car – shorts or pants? I never wear pants (when I run) but it was cold, wet and I knew I would be out there for a while.  Funny – the guy parked next to me was thinking the same thing as he actually said it out loud.  I chose the shorts.  Good decision as the pants would have been soaked and heavy within the first 2 miles.  So I closed my car and looked up – you could see the first climb that hovered over the parking area.  The peak is used for hang gliding on better weather days.  What was I getting myself into? I made my way to the starting area (a good walk away) to find a rather long line waiting to get bibs.  Looking at my watch I soon realized this wasn’t working.  The race ended up starting late as the volunteers literally scrambled to get everyone’s bibs to them.  They called everyone to the starting line and I was 2/3 of the way back in the group of 900.  This was my first mistake.  The race winds down a dirt road onto the main road, across a bridge over the Susquehanna river, onto another road and then, 1.5 miles into the race, onto single track trail.  This is where I realized that 2/3 of the way back in the starting crowd hurt me.  For the next mile plus it was stop and go on the trail.  This was not trail where passing was possible so it was all patience.   Got to the first climb and passing here was definitely possible but it was also 1200’ plus of climb in less than a mile and a half so why bother passing.  Everyone was at a snail's pace.  Two false summits later and we finally made it.  Then the downhill.  Oh sweet downhill.    By this time we were all completely soaked, cold hands (despite two pairs of gloves) and mud covered.  Just embrace it became my mantra for this race and many others to come.  16.5 miles, 4 hours 21 minutes later, I was done.  What a tough run.  All in all, a great day was had.  Despite the not-so-ideal weather, I had fun and completed the challenge.

For the next few weeks I concentrated on keeping my mileage up.  I hit my first 40+ mile week in May and best of all, I was staying healthy.   40 mile weeks are the norm for many runners but for my short running “career” it was not.  My body struggled over mt first three years of running to do higher mileage weeks and back to back running days.  In training for my first marathon I only ran 3-4 days a week.  This is certainly not ideal and I would not recommend that to anyone training for distance.  But the way I see it is I am not a natural runner, barely an athlete, and it took me three plus years to build a base to where I could do 40+ miles in a week and not be injured or too fatigued to run. 

Challenge # 2 - Rothrock 30k Trail Challenge

This trail event is called "Hyner's southern cousin"  – it contains climbs followed by downhill followed by rocks.  But this one had more rocks.  Lots of rocks.  Rocks beyond rocks.  It’s called Rothrock for a reason ya know.  Different from Hyner, we had a beautiful – almost perfect weather day for June in Pennsylvania.  Like I said, many hills, many rocks but what a gorgeous trail system.   I found my groove halfway through and hit the first two (of four) aide stations in under the times I projected for myself. My goal was sub 5 hours for this event.  I was on par for around 4 hours.  Did I go out too fast? Was I pushing too hard? Not sure.  But I hit a downhill section that was so steep that there was a rope to guide people down.  Down the hill and into the third aide station I realized I was slowing a bit.  I bypassed the aide station with minimal refueling (learning point here).  Up the trail and round the corner and BLAM! there it was – a huge boulder scramble going up. 

It was a climb and a half in my book and just about killed me.  I finally made it to the top and my lack of refueling during the last aide station hit me hard.  Long story short – I had to walk for a while due to a total lack of energy.  I thought I was doomed.  I finally made an effort between the last aide station and the finish putting me at 4 hours 48 minutes (or something like that).  This was a race of two halves – great first and close to the walk of death for the second.  Lessons learned – I knew I needed better long runs and I knew I needed to work on my refueling. 

My next official event planned was not until September so I had three months to work out the kinks.  But the next trail event would put me in the “ultra” category so long runs and overall mileage were the keys.  My goal going into the hot n humid summer months was to get a nice LR in once every 3-4 weeks, run moderate LRs other weekends,  and do a few higher mileage weeks in between.  For some random reason, I chose to run every day of July, prior to which I had never run more than 8 consecutive days.  So July 1^st I started it with a bang – 22 miles on trails.  Most of the days that ordinarily would have been off days for me, I ran just 2 or 3 miles.  The important factor that my body adjusted to was just staying in motion.  I feel this month was important to get my legs more accustomed to the rigors of running.  But don’t get me wrong, I was grateful to get to August and change things back to having real off days.  My goal for August was to implement some good solid trail runs.   In August I pulled my first 5 hour run which ended up being 24(ish) miles.  I was hopeful because I was recovering well from my long runs.  

Challenge #3 - On the Rocks Trail Run

This was not on the original plan for trail races.  I didn’t know it existed until August and stumbled across the website for it.  Looked like fun and also looked to be somewhat close by (as opposed to races like Hyner which ended up at 3 hours driving time one way).  This was a 16.3 mile two loop race.  Ran the first loop with others who were running the one loop 8.3 mile version.  I had difficulty understanding if I was running at a good pace or not due to most runners dropping off after they finished their 8.3 miles and then running most of the second loop by myself.  I finished in 3 hours 8 minutes – not bad for a training run.  I finished 11^th out of 27 finishers which made me feel pretty good about what I was doing.  This course had – yup you guessed it – lots of rocks.  But I seemed to be getting used to that by now. 

September for me was supposed to start my ultra distance races.  I had scheduled the Keystone SuperHike (28.4 miles), the Blues Cruise 50k and then my fifty miler in November.  But plans are always subject to change.  The first full week of September brought many days of rain and massive flooding to the central Pennsylvania area.  Having already run in rain and mud, I wasn’t concerned with that going into the SuperHike.  But as it got closer to September 10^th, it became painfully obvious that the race would not happen.  The flooding wiped out much of the course we would be using, parking at the finish line and many of the back roads that led to the start and finish lines.   This became a huge disappointment as the race was cancelled, not postponed.  I was looking forward to this event more than any of the others, but in the scheme of life and devastation, running needed to take a back seat.  I was scheduled for Blues Cruise 50k three weeks later so I had to scramble to figure out my long run schedule.  I wasn’t about to go out for 4-5 hours a week or two prior to the 50k. 

Challenge #4 – Blues Cruise 50k 

This ended up being my first official ultra-marathon.   What a day.  Was a bit cold to start but ended up being perfect running weather.  There was plenty of mud as these trails were covered by the flooded lake in the previous weeks.  This was about the only factor that slowed me down.  Then there was the creek crossing that took a bit of tip toeing to navigate:

This event in the past was an out and back on trail.  This year they stretched it out to be one giant loop around Blue Marsh Lake.  Turned into a great choice.  I started out too fast as I always seem to do.  I found a grove and ran the first 10 miles in 1:40 (10 minute miles).  I knew I could not keep this pace up for 31 miles but I was riding my wave of energy.  The aide stations at this event were incredible.  The stations were manned by experienced ultra runners who were very encouraging and knowledgeable.    I experimented a bit with various foods and amounts to determine what would work and not work.  This was a good race to do so.  So many choices of food.  I hit the last aide station at 26.5 miles and realized I had just run my furthest distance ever.  I struggled the last 4+ miles but in the end I finished in a respectable 5 hours and 50 minutes good for 82nd out of 224 finishers.  My outside goal was 5:30, more realistic goal was sub 6 hours.  I felt good after the race and concentrated on fueling up to speed up recovery – I think it worked well. 

Seven weeks to my first 50 miler and I knew I needed one more 5+ hour run.  I thought I would be on my own for it.  I wasn’t planning on entering another race but one came up last minute that seemed perfect. 

Challenge #5 – Fire on the Mountain 50k

This event was supposed to be run the last weekend of October which would put it three weeks out from my 50 miler.  “Perfect”, I thought.  But in a year of weird and wacky weather, we got hit with 6+ inches of heavy wet snow the day before the race.  On no – another SuperHike? Cancelled? Thankfully they rescheduled for the next weekend.   This 50k turned into 32 miles of much more technical trails than Blues Cruise.  I was going to take it slow and steady regardless of the course.  This race consisted of four sections, three of which were trail and one was an 8 mile stretch of fire roads.  The fire roads did me in.  I hated them.   I somewhat regretted the decision to enter this event while I run/walked/shuffled the fire roads.  I went back to what used to get me through tough cross-country practices in high school - quoting Isaiah 40:31.  I did this literally for an hour.  I could never have gotten through that section (miles 17-25) without doing so.  God was trying to teach me something - "just wait - it will come".   And it did come.  I ran well the last 5 miles of the race - a big boost to my confidence.  I finished this event in just over 7 hours.  Tough race but was feeling good about it.  I recovered well and mentally felt good about being on my feet for 7 hours.  This being the first race I could use a drop bag, it was once again a training of sorts in regards to refueling and having a change of shoes, socks and clothes if I needed it.  It worked out well because I needed it. 

Two weeks until my 50 miler and I certainly took it easy.  I ran only 5 times in 13 days.  I had no thoughts of pushing any kind of significant miles those two weeks.  I was trying to prepare myself mentally during this time as well as reflect on a full year of training specifically for this event.

Final Challenge - Stone Mill 50 Miler

See my full RR for details: My First 50 Miler Racer Report.  It truly was a great way to end the running year for me.  If you read the full RR, you can see all the difficulties I faced.  But I learned a lot.  I learned that some of these issues I faced during the race are fairly normal things that ultra runners must face.  I hope my next chance at 50 miles (or more) will have fewer combined issues.  The highlight of the race for me and for the year came in the days following Stone Mill when I learned that the race distance was closer to 55 miles than 50 miles.  I was initially disappointed in my final time of 12+ hours.  But when I learned that I probably hit the 50 mile mark around 11 hours and that my body held up for 55 miles, it made the entire experience, the whole year of training, and the long day all worth it.  It makes me hopeful that with more training, putting into practice what I have learned, and logging the miles that I can do anything.  What's in my future - more 50k events, more 50 milers, a 100k, or maybe someday a 100 miler?

I finish the year with just over 1400 miles run, 6 official races completed, my first three ultra marathons, and many hours on trails.  This year was about going longer and facing the challenges that come with running -  and with life.   So what's my identity as a runner? I still don't know but I am having fun figuring that out one mile at at time. 

The next challenge: I started a PhD program on December 5th which should take me the next 4 years to complete.  It certainly interrupts any thoughts of piling on the races but with any luck and planning, running will not cease. 

I end this post with an illustration: I was running on a trail the other day with no real plan where I was going - just out for a run.  I came to a split in the trail.  To the right the trail looked well groomed, relatively flat and a safe bet to be easy.  To the left the trail had rocks, ascended the side of a ridge and looked dark & ominous.  Which do you choose? I chose the trail to the left.  It wasn't much of a decision.  In the past I would have stuck with the right but my running has helped shift my thinking to take up the challenges of life.  I hope you do the same. 

My first 50 miler

Stone Mill 50 Miler - November 19, 2011

From couch to 50 miles – three and a half years ago I started this journey.  I finally, after years of making excuses, made the decision to start running and work towards my goal of running a marathon.  On a cold winter day late in February 2008, I ran a mile on a track at the local YMCA.  I literally thought I was going to die.  It felt that bad.  Somehow I stuck with it. Three and a half years later I complete my first 50 mile race.  You see, I am not a natural runner.  I am not built like a runner.  I am tall and very thin.  My legs look just as thin now as they did three years ago.  No bulging calves, no manly quads – just skinny.  I shouldn't be able to complete 50 miles.

November 19, 2011 will go done as a very memorable day for me.  My first 50 miler is in the books.  Let me start off by saying it was, as many ultra-runners state:  a mixed bag of emotions and experiences all rolled into one event.  In an ultra, it’s easy to go from running a good race to a terrible one and possibly back again. 

The Stone Mill 50  mile race was birthed in 2010 as an “alternative” to the JFK 50 miler which is run on the same day no more than 30 miles away in Maryland.  Just as there were 1000 or so JFKers running 50 miles (some of them very fast by the looks of the prelim results), we had 300  or so running mostly single track trails.  Weather was perfect – a bit cold to start but truly was perfect running weather.  Crystal clear skies and little to no wind. The race fee was a mere $35 (got to love race fees that are less than the miles run).  For that fee there was little in the way of swag which I personally didn’t care about.  No tee shirt.  There was a flashlight and a finishing medal but really it was just the experience.  I was thoroughly impressed with the amount of food at aide stations and the incredible volunteers.  I would recommend this race to anyone.  It is low key but very fun. 

The theme of this report is “It was not my day!” I could easily say that because I finished in 12:20 and had expected to finish somewhere between 10 and 11 hours.  But in the end, the time doesn’t matter.  What matters is the entire experience.  (disclaimer – I want you to be informed of many complaints through this RR – not complaints about the race but about my health.  No I am not a hypochondriac.  It just wasn’t my day.  I don’t write these things for anyone to feel sorry for me.  This was simply my experience on this day.)

The day started with an early rise and a long drive to race central.  With a 6am start, they got packet pick-up going at 5am.  I arrived shortly after 5 and there was already a nice line.  Got my bib, dropped off my drop bags, and waited in line for the bathroom.  Race started promptly at 6am (which was nice). 

The first three miles were in the dark.  One of the coolest things I have seen was the line of head lamps bobbing through the woods.  Since this was the start, most of the 300 runners were together through this section.  Got to the aide station at mile 3 where most people did not stop.  So far, I was feeling good but had thoughts of what the day would bring.  After this is when things started to fall apart.  Let me back up by saying a couple days prior to the race, I must have slept in an awkward position because for those days leading up to the race, my neck and upper back were very sore.  I was concerned as to how they would hold up for 50 miles.  Through the race, it was painful at times.  I noticed a tendency to run with my head tilted to the right – seemed to take some of the pressure off.  I caught myself a few times doing that and wondering what others thought of this dude running with a tilted head.  Ok back to mile 3.  I said it got worse and it did.  I had major GI problems pretty much miles 4 through 25.  I kept looking for a nice big tree along the way but it just wasn’t happening.  “Runs” on the run ain’t no fun.   I was fortunate to come across a gas station at a road section 8 miles into the race that I nicely took advantage of.  Two more pit stops along the way between there and mile 23.  Prior to this first pit stop, I took a hard fall. Just after an aide station around mile 7 I went to plant my right foot on a downed tree to catapult myself over (something I have done many times before) and to my surprise someone greased it up.  Ok no not really but I essentially went down like a ton of bricks directly on my right hip.  Wow that hurt.  With 3 or 4 runners behind me saying “Ohhhhh….ouch” before asking if I was ok, I got up, dusted off my ego and kept on down the trail.  I knew for sure this would hurt the next day (and it does).  The pain went numb for a while but kept coming back periodically. 

The trail was beautiful.  It made it’s way through suburban like areas but was far enough in the woods at times that we didn’t feel like we were in civilization.  At times we were deep in the woods and other times we were literally in people’s back yards. 

 I was trying my best to enjoy the race.  I settled in a bit.  Just when I didn’t think it could get any worse though, it did.  To balance my GI issues, I also started feeling sick to my stomach around mile 16.  All of these things combined really slowed me down.  I made it through mile 11 in 2 hours which was great pacing, but then it took me almost 3 hours to go the next 12 or so.  I have never had so many thoughts in a race of wanting to quit. I felt beat up and the worst part was that I wasn’t even halfway done.  My mind was really against me here.  All I could manage was a shuffle.  We hit a section of the C & O canal way (same that JFK 50 uses except we were further south on the Potomac River).  Thankfully we only did 3 miles of this.  Despite being absolutely beautiful, it was a tough hard packed canal road.  My left leg abductor area was really tight (an area that seems to flare up when doing anything on pavement over 10 miles).  So there I was shuffling along wondering how I was going to make it.  I was praying something fierce at that point.  “God just grant me the strength to get through this”.  My goal going into this race of wanting to run around the 10 hour mark were out the door and I was simply in survival mode.  It was too early in the race to be in that mode.  The aide station at mile 23 served as the first drop bag section.  I spent some time trying to refuel, popped two ibuprofen and despite an upset stomach I forced myself to eat and drink.  I was off and settled into a mode of just getting to the next aide station.  At this point, I was not even halfway and at 5 hours.  It was the next few miles where my stomach grew more uneasy.  I really needed to throw up.  My stomach was acting like it was trying to and I was very close to helping it.  The only reason why I didn’t is because I knew if I could somehow keep it down, I would need those nutrients to fuel me for the next 26+miles.  I worked through this section as best I could.  Mile 29 was the next full aide station.  Lots of walking from 23-29.  I think I finally convinced myself to just walk until my stomach settles.  It took me about 30 minutes or so of a straight walk.  Then I started running again and kept flip flopping with a guy who also looked like he was struggling (for other reasons I am sure).  After 3 or 4 times passing each other I passed him and never saw him again. It was funny how I wondered how he was doing through the rest of the race.  Never did find out how or if he finished.  I hit the aide station at mile 29, ate and drank what I could and took off.  I felt like I hadn’t eaten enough but had such a hard time mentally – thinking that my stomach would turn again.   As I walked from the aide station I saw a sign that said “Only 21 miles to go”.  Only??? I know I can do the math but still mentally this is a tough thing to see after struggling for so long.  It wasn’t too long after that aide station I started running again and then it happened – the race flipped on me.  I felt a renewed energy.  I don’t know where it came from but I didn’t care.  GI issues were all but gone, stomach had settled, pain in the legs and back were going numb (ibuprofen??).  I had no idea where this came from but I was thankful.  To summarize, I ran miles 29 – 42 running at a pace of between 11 and 12 minute miles.  This was good.  I was not pushing it but felt very comfortable. If it were not for this good section of running, I would not have made it.  I passed many people who had passed me previously.  I didn’t know how long it would last but I wanted to ride the wave as long as possible.  I kept doing the math and thought I had a chance at 11 hours.  At the aide station at mile 42, we were told that there is a 3.5 mile out and then the same 3.5 miles back to this aide station.  From there it was 1.5 miles to the finish.  Not sure why but this news was defeating to me.  I don’t know if I thought we were further along or what.  It was also around mile 42 that my IT band in my right leg started flaring up and never stopped.  I struggled on the 3.5 miles out big time.  I was again in the shuffle and walk mode.  The other pain crept back in my legs on top of my new IT band issues.  It was at a point where I literally couldn’t get my legs to move any faster.  Energy wise I was fine.  It was just the legs.  There was a cold creek crossing close to the turnaround which refreshed my feet.  The cold kind of woke my feet and legs up a bit.  At the turnaround was another aide station.  What great volunteers to be out on the edge of the race serving food at sunset and beyond.  It was an Indian family who was pushing their hot apple cider, soup and roast beef that they claimed was the best ever.  So what did I do? I tried the roast beef.  Now I don’t know if you have ever eaten Indian food but everything is spicy.  I don’t know what they rubbed this with but it had kick.  It was probably bland to them but my mouth felt it the next half hour.  This section, like I said before, was 3.5 miles out to this aide station and then back again so you saw a lot of runners going the opposite way.  Despite not being able to make the 11 hour mark, my pride kicked in and I didn’t stay long at the aide station.  I didn’t want to be passed.  So I made my way back (4.5 miles to the finish ).  By this time it was getting dark.  It really got dark fast.  I had carried my head lamp all day (note that I originally thought that I would not need a light for the late part of the race because I was confident that I would finish in the light – which would be an 11 hour finish.  Boy was I wrong.)  The last 3+ miles were in the dark.  I only had a head lamp and struggled to see the ground well enough.  There were many tree roots and leaves covering the trail.  It was tough just staying on the trail.  It was again a shuffle but I wanted so bad to finish.  To add insult to injury, a tree very nicely decided to stick out a root and trip me.  I didn’t fall but hit my big toe very hard.   It was getting late.   I had thoughts now of beating 12 hours, and my legs, feet and hips just couldn’t take anymore not to mention this new pain in my toe.  I ended up limping the last 1.5 miles to the finish.  It was what it was.  An aside:  I saw many runners still making their way out on the out and back section which meant they still had a ways to go.  I have a lot of respect for them for persevering.  Not sure when they would actually pull runners off the course but these people were not quitting.  This gave me a bit of inspiration to finish what I started.   The finish line, also where we started, at a high school, gave us one last challenge – we had to climb a very steep (but short) hill right up to the finish.  There was a girl directing runners in with a flashlight and she kept saying “come on, you can do it.  Run the hill hard, finish strong!” If it wasn’t for the fact that I was grateful for the many volunteers, I might have given her a piece of my mind at that point.  Limping the last 1.5 miles in the dark, I was not running that hill.  Clock read 12 hours, 21 minutes and some change.  Now the race was advertised as 50 miles but the race director, in an email a couple days before the race, said the course was actually 51.5 miles.  Really not that big of a deal but by my watch I think I hit the 50 mile mark around 11:40 (that is if the 51.5 miles is accurate).  Not sure how they get an accurate measure though.  I did not stay long after the race.  I wished I was in better spirits - I would have stayed and cheered for the runners behind me. At that point, I just wanted in my car and to drive home.  The pain I felt the night of the race and the next day is more than I have in a long time.  I feel like I was hit by a car (more specifically like a car with a low front end hitting me in the legs while flipping me up in the air landing my on back.)  Ask me if I will run a 50 miler again?

Update: Race was actually around 54.5 miles not 51.5 miles!!!!!

Thoughts from this experience:

1.)    First and foremost I have so much more respect for ultra-runners after this experience – especially those who have done the 100 milers.  I can’t imagine doing twice what I did.  I do realize that you don’t enter a 100 mile race without being well trained for that distance but I do understand, at least on a minimal level, the mental challenge coupled with the physical challenge that is ever changing through those distances.  It does not surprise me that 100 milers have such high DNF rates.

2.)    It is my opinion that ultra-runners enjoy pain.  Somehow you have to embrace the pain of a distance like this.  What makes ultra-runners so sadistic? I don’t believe that distance runners believe that they can ever achieve a “perfect” day where there is no pain.  Ultra-runners find some way to accept the pain/discomfort and work with it.

3.)    This was the hardest thing I have done in my life to this point.  I knew it would be, but I still did it.  I have so much respect for anyone that “toes the line” of an ultra no matter where they finish.

4.)    I have learned a few things that I must do to enhance my training for the next time I run a 50 miler (or 100k???).  First is I absolutely have to get back to strengthening my core – specifically my hips.   I was told two years ago that this is a weak area for me. I didn’t do enough of that. Second is to implement more back to back  long run days.  I am not sold on this but would be something to try more for next time.  My overall mileage was low (when compared to others) but I do not think that mattered for me.  Third is I might want to try running the next one with someone and/or have a crew to help me as well as training with others.  I saw many runners with a partner or having a crew out there.  I, on the other hand, did it alone.  But the great volunteers and aide stations allowed me to do so.   I don’t want to underestimate the value of support from others.  And lastly, absolutely need to run in a pair of shoes that are 1/2 size larger than I normally wear.  The feet and toes swell and I felt much too much rubbing of my toes on the ends of my shoes. 

5.)  Ultras are fun.  They are doable for most any runner that wants to put in the time and mental effort.

Happy Trails!