This is why I run trail...

All week I was filled with that bottom-of-the-stomach anticipation.  I envisioned what the trails would look like.  I kept an eye on the weather - snow or no snow? My biggest concern for snow is getting to the trail head.  One last check of the weather - it should be clear.  Just rain the night before. 

Up early, prepped, and out the door.  Still dark but light was a comin'.  I anticipated 25 minutes or so to the trail head parking area.  Wait - why didn't I know exactly? I have been there before.  But it's been a while.  As I exited the highway, I saw the mountain I would be climbing.  Another 9 miles of driving parallel to this ridge. It was hard for me to keep my eyes on the road as I continually gazed at the snow topped ridge line.  What an amazing sight to see the lower half of the ridge bare and the upper half painted with white icing! The butterflies were fluttering in my stomach.  How I longed to get out on the trail.  This is a feeling I will never figure out.  I don't understand this anticipatory anxious yet excited feeling for a date with the trails.  Maybe it's a feeling that shouldn't be figured out.  There it was - the dirt - no mud drive up to the state game lands parking area.  No snow or ice to worry about getting up this hill - just mud.  What a mess! But there it was.  The trail head beckoned me to come quickly.  I did not let her down. 

Off I went.  Down and up the trail.  Spots of snow and ice but mostly bare.  I entered shortly after a good warm-up to the first climb.  Up and up it went.  There were no switchbacks.  I followed the gas line clearing up Second Mountain.  But were was first mountain? I don't know.  I just know this is called Second Mountain.  Halfway up and I met snow - such beautiful fluffy, fresh snow.  The rain we got the night before was snow up there.  I was first on the trail today - of a human kind anyway.  Lots of tracks but none of the homo sapiens variety. This is why I run trail. 

 

On the other side I bombed down the hill but shortly down the snow turned to crunchy ice.  Such a beautiful winter wonderland I thought.  There were many moments I just took it all in and appreciated the beauty of nature.  I did not know it yet but for the duration of this run, I would experience dry trails, wet muddy trails, icy trails, snowy trails, and really snowy trails.  This is why I run trail.

 

 

I made my way over the rolling logging trail down to the valley floor.  In the middle of two beautiful ridges was a creek and a rail trail.  It's quite a sight to the eyes to view the corridor of nature all around.  Quickly I made my second ascent.  This was the big one - 1000 feet in one mile and most of that in the last half mile.  It is a lung burner.  The water tank trail follows a trickle coming off the mountain.  It was below freezing out, but this water still found a way to keep moving.  Once in the middle of this climb I had two choices - continue straight up the Water Tank Trail or veer to the right up the Janie Trail.  I went to the right knowing it was slightly less streep but would add a little distance to my trek.  At the top I bushwacked my way through low lying rhododendron and thickets weighed down by the snow.  It was so thick I almost lost the trail.  My legs were cold and cut up from making my way through this winter wonderland jungle. I made it to the top.  Before me was a jeep trail that traveled the ridge line.  I looked down to 4 or 5 inches of snow.  Glorious! This is why I run trail. 

It was here that the adventure started.  I had read about a fire tower at the top of this mountain but had never been there.  It was a side trail that only led to the tower.  The snow seemed to be getting deeper.  Probably only my imagination.  But then before me appeared the tower.  As I approached it, I marveled at such a simple concept - a fire tower in the middle-of-nowhere.  Probably more contact with the animals than humans.  A 9-foot fence with barb wire with signs that said
"Authorized Personnel Only".  Hmmm....but the gate leading in is wide open.  I can't pass that up.  So I carefully made my way up the tower.  Ok before I go on - I do not condone trespassing or vandelism or houlaganism but THEY LEFT THE GATE OPEN! I just had to see what I could see.  I got some great views.  Too bad my minor fear of heights (and being stranded in the wilderness during the winter) kept me from going to the top.  I estimated the tower to be 100 or maybe 125 feet high.  I could tell the tower was rusty and with the snow cover, it was hard to tell how rusty.  So I went as far as I felt comfortable with.  But the views I saw were worth what I could do.  This is why I run trail. 

The trip down the mounatain was incredible.  One mile of snow top mountain followed by 3 miles of glorious downhill.  Once back in the valley again, I knew the trail went through the creek. NO other choice but to wade through it.  On any day of the year, this mountain fed creek is cold but in the middle of winter - well you get the picture.  Thankfully my Salomon shoes and drymax socks work wonders with getting rid of the wet.  Half a mile up the trail I never would have known of the ice cold soaking my feet took.  This is why I run trail. 

The rest of the journey was mud filled followed by my last climb up to the snow again and finished with more shoe sucking mud.  In the end, I finished 17+ miles in just over 4 hours.   One human sighting, multiple white tails, too many tracks in the snow to count, ice, snow, mud, single track, jeep road, logging road, rail trail, steep ascents, long downhills, flat, snowing, sunny, cloudy, windy, calm, cold, warm...This is why I run trail. 

PA Grand Canyon

My blog entries are normally 85% running stuff and 15% other.  Running for me lately has been up and down - both physically and mentally.  I had the opportunity to get away and go camping - something I don't get to do often but love.  I wanted to blog some of teh details to share but also to later refresh my memory on a great place. 

The place - PA Grand Canyon.  Camping at Leonard Harrison State Park - literally a few hundred yards from the overlook on the east rim.  Having been to the "real" Grand Canyon (as I described it to my 7 yr old), I was wondering how this would compare.  In reality I knew it wasn't even close in magnitude but PA has it's own unique beauty. 

We arrived late Friday afternoon - myself, my brother, a camping buddy and my 7 yr old son in tow.   After a 3 hour drive, we arrived to nice weather and pleasantly surprised to a decent campground.  This isn't always the case with state parks in PA.  The bathroom was nice and clean.  We set up, started a fire as the sun started to set and cooked some hot dogs over the flame.  But we knew the storm was coming - just praying it would blow to the north.  It started with the wind and then the rain.  We hunkered down under the canopy and just hung out for a while.  My 7 yr old just thought it was cool to play out in the rain at night.  Maybe it would have been but this front brought in cold air with it.  We ended up going to bed around 9 simply because it was cold and not much to do. 

After a cold rainy night, we woke early (thanks to my 7 yr old who has way too much energy) to a nice rising sun that eventually helped dry things out.  After a very full breakfast, we headed out to explore and hike the trails.  Because we were so close to the east rim, we were there at the overlook quickly and treated to a beautiful sight.  After some gawking and plenty of pictures we hiked a short trail - the overlook trail I believe it was called.  My 7 yr old says he enjoys hiking but always seems to complain during the beginning of a hike.  I think he might just become a trail runner as he was bombing his way downhill on the trail.  Normally I wouldn't care but since there is a nice drop on one side of the trail into the canyon, I had to squash that quickly.  After this trail we made our way down the Turkey Path Trail which led down to the canyon floor.  This trail is only one mile but was absolutely beautiful.  My standard of beautiful is certainly different than most as I think in terms of trail running.  The signs all said "Beware - this is a rugged and steep trail".  To me that meant it was probably perfect and it just about was.  It was one mile of pure switchback heaven. But there one problem - I was not running.  We were hiking.  All I kept thinking was I need to run this trail.  It was begging to be run.  But first , we hiked! We came to the bottom of the canyon floor to a beautiful sight of a wide creek meandering through the canyon.  There was also a rail trail that followed the creek.  There were many bikers using the rail trail on this day.  We sat on the creek on large flat rocks and ate some lunch and snapped some pictures.  We saw an unusualy sight - dozens of rock towers.  I have seen these before on trails but usually very small.  These were large (a couple huge towers) and wide spread over this part of the creek.  It was a strange occurence but rather interesting.  After relaxing for a bit on the rocks, we started our trek back up. 

Let me break for a moment to describe the trail:  From the top it starts with nicely groomed trail that would go for a few hundred yards and then turn sharply for a switchback.  After several of these the trail met up with a run that displayed numerous waterfalls and pools of water.  The trail portion became rugged and steep, sections of mini caves, steep ledges off to one side and many (many) steps.  Some years back steps were built in the more difficult sections to navigate.  My son counted 127 on the final section.  There were at least 3 other sections of steps and in between were sections of rugged trail.  The run of course made it's way to the creek at the canyon floor. 

Back to the climb back up.  It started with steps, and more steps and so on.  My 7 yr old took off and led us up the trail.  At times he is an endless ball of energy.  We made our way to the top in a much faster time than we descended mainly due to all the pictures we took on the way down.  Once at the top, I couldn't stop thinking about running that trail.  I contemplated doing it later that day but with all the people visiting, I thought I would get caught up in passing people and get annoyed.  So I waited until morning. 

And so it began, woke up the next morning.  It was cold.  I am not used to camping in the cold.  I was bundled beyond bundled.  I milled around for a bit trying to get warm by the fire.  And then I thought, there is no time like the present.  So I got ready and started on down the road towards the trails at the canyon.  One problem - the park didn't open until 9am and I was early.  There is no gate but there was a DCNR worker cleaning up around the entrance area.  So I went into stealth mode and found a trail that went around the entrance.  I was able to get a good warmup for 2 miles and then snuck my way behind the entrance.  It was here that I realized that there was a strange fog in the canyon making it impossible to see down to the canyon floor but there was also blue skies and the sun beaming down.  After gawking at this sight I took off down the Turkey Path Trail.  I figured I would have it all to myself and I did on the way down.  I had the time of my life.  I was flying down the switchbacks enjoying every single step.  It was one of those truly epic moments I will never forget especially descending into the foggy abyss.  The lower half of the trail is very technical and also has some stairs thrown in so I slowed down considerably.  As I got down to the canyon floor, I was out of the fog.  I looked up and could not see the blue skies.  This fog was settled in the middle of the canyon.  I figured I would add a little mileage so I ran a couple more miles out and back on the rail trail.  On my way back up the Turkey Path Trail, I pushed and pushed. It was tough but oh so fun.  I passed a few people coming down and realized the park had opened.  In the end I made good time ascending.  The imagery of this run will never leave me.  It has to be my favorite non-race trail moment up to this point in my life.
I can't wait to go back and run the Turkey Path again. 

Posting this 6 months after this trip, I still remember ths trails vividly. Unfortunately (for now) I cannot find my pictures of the area.  Until I can find them, you may have to use your imagination. 

On the Rocks Trail Run 30k

August 18, 2012

On The Rocks Trail Run - 30k

It was a tough day! That about sums it up.  This is the shortest race I have run since the same race a year ago.  Last year at On The Rocks Trail Run I ran the 16.3 mile version.  Since then I have run (3) 50k races and (1) 50 miler.  This year they increased this event to a 30k.  No problem right?

Last year I didn't take this event very serious.  I added it at the last minute as a training run.  I finished in 3:08 on a fairly technical course.  I was very happy with it.  This year, I knew they had added the needed distance to get the 30k.  What I wasn't prepared for was that they reversed the direction of the course from last year. 

Leading to the race, I was late.  I am typically early for races - many times one of the first ones at a race.  I had not given what time I needed to leave much thought.  I left home on a beautiful morning and was excited to have a good race.  I had to get there first though.  I hit a detour and not knowing the area, I was a bit stressed.  Finally I found my way there but displaced by 15 minutes.  I arrived at 7:15 for a 7:30 race and had to walk a bit to get my bib and then back to the car.  I briefly met Stacey on the way to get my bib (sorry Stacey I would have enjoyed talking more but I was late).  Back to the car, changed my shirt, shoes and made the decision to wear the hydration pack vs. carrying nothing.  This was at least one good decision I made today.  Off we went.  The 30k runs with the 15k except we would simply run the loop twice.  We were humming along and apart from getting weirded out by running the course in reverse, all I could think of was "wow this course is rockier than I remembered".  I really felt terrible the first 4 miles.  I have no clue why I felt that way but I just pushed on.  I found a runner that I thought was running a nice comfortable pace and followed her - I think I was either right behind her or in eye sight of her for 10 miles or so.  This helped me.  Towards the end of the first loop (where I knew we would dump a bunch of runners since most do the 15k) I was really feeling my left achilles which has been acting up over the last few weeks,  I had been worried about this coming into this race but made the decision to run anyway and evaluate after how it was.  It crossed my mind to stop at the 15k and call it a day but I am too stubborn for that.

The second loop started by following the same female runner.  I don't know if she was annoyed by me or not but I would like to think I served as her guardian angel a couple of times.  I saw her go down (hard by the looks) during the first loop.  I asked if she was ok and she obviously was because she got up and kept chugging.  On two occassions during the second loop, she started going off the course so I hollered at her.  I suppose she would have realized it after a while but what was I supposed to do - let her get lost? About mile 15 I couldn't keep up with her anymore.  This was sad because she was not going fast.  She was very consistent though which kept me focused on being consistent.  But at mile 15 (or so) I just felt miserable.  My achilles was sore (mostly in my heel), my legs felt bad, feet felt torn up (thanks to the ridiculous amounts of rocks on this course).  I felt sorry for myself and slogged along.  A couple miles to the end and I was passed by a runner.  This was the only runner who passed me from mile 4 to this point.  That in and of itself was strange. 

Finally I finshed - not in the 3:45 I predicted for myself or even under 4 hours which I had changed my prediction to mid race.  I finished in 4:13 (after a 1:55 first loop) and 4th to last place (I believe the last three came in together no more than one minute after me).  Now I believe there were about 30ish participants in the 30k.  All in all, it just didn't feel right.  I can't blame my achilles or lack of training runs on technical trails since Hyner in April but the bottom line is it just sucked! It's ok though.  A bad day on the trails is still a good day overall. 

All I can do is take some time off to heal and re-evaluate what I can do to improve.  I have to do some strength training (something I have been telling myself for a while now - time to do it!)  This I know is lacking and contributing to my little injuries.  I have no right putting myself in longer races without being prepared.  I get through them but it's not how I want to run them (anymore).

The great thing about trail running and running in general is how it is a challenge against myself and not anyone else.  Despite not liking the place I cam in today, it wasn't about anyone else.  It was about me.  I can't control how anyone else does.  In fact maybe they all had good days.  But I can control how I prepare. 

I will forgo the next race. I had hoped to run a 40 miler (Trails 4 Tails) in late September but at this point that would be beyond stupid.  I will be my best to get healthy and be smart about whether I am ready for another 50 miler in November.

A Kick in the Hyner

This is what this trail event truly is.  The Hyner Trail Challenge has been around now for 5 years and up until this year has only had a 25k (16.4 mile) event which has grown immensely in popularity since it began.  They have sold out the last few years with over 1000 participants.  It is arguably the most popular trail event in central PA.  The Megatransect, affectionately known as the “Mega”, is another popular event which sold out this year within hours of registration opening.  While Hyner cannot boast that, it still sells out and gets 1000+ participants.  The trails of Hyner are remote and very technical located in the “middle of nowhere” in central Pennsylvania.   This event has attracted folks of all ages and abilities from hikers to the some really strong trail runners.  Take for example the winning time last year of 2:22 (in bad conditions) and the last person came in at 7:42 (and 9+ hours in years past).  But yet at the start, everyone is equal.  

In 2011, I entered in this event and ran (well ran some, hiked some, slogged some) a time of 4:21 in what has become known as “the year of the monsoon”.  The conditions were cold, rainy, windy and mud beyond mud.  For trail runners, it’s just another day on the trails but truly not ideal.  It certainly didn’t slow the front runners down but by the time I got through the trails (with 300 or so in front of me) it was a royal mess.  I vowed to be back someday and prove I could run a much better time on a brutal and beautiful course. 

In the summer of 2011, a rumor was spreading that the folks that put on this race (the trail dawgs) were working on putting on a 50k version.  My first thought was “No Way!”  As I read more about the rumors, it soon became a reality.  They opened registration in August 2011 for a course that wasn’t even finished.  The more I thought about it, the more I was scared to even become serious about it.  This was also during the time I was training for and running my first ultras (two 50K races in October and a 50 miler in November).  I thoroughly enjoyed those experiences and then got serious about doing what I thought would be an epic event.  I signed up in January and solidified my place in the first running of the Hyner Trail Challenge 50k. 

Training: For me all I wanted to do was to continue what I had going for my ultra experiences in the fall of 2011.  After I ran the Stone Mill 50 in November, I eased up my running in December to “recover”.  I was in good shape from the 50 except for my right hip.  I had taken a nasty fall early in the 50 and it remained sore (mostly on runs) for months.  In January, I ramped up the long runs again and made sure I got out to some similar terrain as Hyner.  I used some trails north of Harrisburg which has become known as the Buzzards Marathon Course.  It contains a series of trails linked together with big climbs. It was just what I needed.  With the warmest and driest winter I can remember, I was getting in some decent runs.  I wasn’t pushing my weekly mileage but on weekends I was able to get out for easy 2-4 hour runs.  I worked my way up to March 11, 2012 where I did what is unofficially known as the Buzzards marathon.  It essentially was a training run for me – 6 hours, 26 miles, rocks, climbs, downhill, and a chilly creek crossing.  What a nice run except for one thing.  My knee had really been bothering me during the second half.  I had no choice but to continue.  To make a long story short, this was the beginning of a bout with tendonitis.  After that 26 miler, I had intended on getting in another 22-26 mile run on the same trails.  But no dice! I reluctantly had to dial down the mileage and long runs and ended up even taking a week off from running.  A week before Hyner, I felt mentally unprepared.  It had been 5 weeks since my last real training run – nothing over 11 miles since that 26 miler.  So I went out for a 19 mile trail run.  Felt pretty good up until I fell at the halfway point.  I landed on – wait for it – my ailing knee.  I am unsure if the blow to the knee or the tripping over the rock with my right foot which sent a vibration through my joints caused the pain but the rest of the run was hampered by the same tendonitis pain.  No runs for me the week leading to Hyner.  I look back and ask “was it worth it?” to get out and run 19 miles because my weak little mind needed it to feel confident again?

Fast forward to race day: Because Hyner is in the middle of nowhere, runners either camp near the start/finish, get a hotel in Lock Haven (30 minutes south) or drive to the site that morning.  Last year I stayed with a friend 40 minutes north of the site.  I didn’t sleep – at all.  So this year I made the decision to just drive the 2.5 hours in the morning.  It’s not ideal but I don’t sleep well anywhere but my bed.  So at 4am, I left the house and made the boring drive north.  Fortunately, I had learned that I could do such a thing when I drove in the 2 hour range to two previous ultras.  So what does one do on a 2.5 hour drive to a race? Eat of course.  I spent the drive thinking about what the day had in store and feeding my face full of yummy carbs, protein and powerade.

This event was awesome and horrible all rolled into one. Here is why:

The weather was close to perfect.   Forecast of rain said it would hold off until midday.  But the funny thing was – the rain never came.  It stayed in the 50’s – maybe crept into the 60’s the whole day.  Beautiful day to be on the trails.

Met up with some fellow trail runners prior to the race – Kelly & his wife Jo, Marie, & Pat.  It was very nice to meet them.  Also caught up with a few runners I quite often see at some other events. 

 Normally I would give a blow by blow description of the race and describe how I was feeling and how I dealt with various aspects.  But I can summarize the race very shortly: monster steep climb, followed by gnarly downhill, followed by long slow trudge up through a hollow.  Repeat x4 with occasional flat trail.  Lots of rocks – big, little, pointed, round, crushed – you name it, we ran/hiked over it. 

Elevation Profile (for 25k only)

That was my day.  This event is not a running race.  Let me repeat.  This race is not a running race.  It’s a test of endurance.   I chatted with many 50k participants who consider themselves good “runners” but on this day and on this course, they were struggling.  I am not sure if they underestimated the course or were just used to plowing through 31 miles.  This was not that kind of course.  It took more than physical conditioning to get through this.  It took mental and emotional fortitude.  I really was at a loss of how to predict a time on this thing.  I have run a 50k two others time - a 5:50 on a rolling hill trail course (Blues Cruise) and  7 hours flat on a bit more challenging trail course (Fire on the Mountain).  I finished in around 8:20 or so.  It was a long day. There are no excuses that can be made.  My knee held out ok (probably thanks to ibuprofen).  My lack of training the last 6 weeks may have contributed but realistically maybe I shave 20 minutes off that time if I had been able to run more.  It was, simply, what it was on this day. 

I have a few lowlights on this day.  I don’t like to complain so I will keep it short.  The aid stations had a poor variety of food.  I ate way too many bananas and PB & J squares.  (If you want to see an ultra with good food – see Blues Cruise 50k).  Secondly, these hollows we have to meander ourselves through really sucked! They were the worst part for me.  I could deal with the big climbs but a slow trudge in and out of the creek beds over and over (and over) again with blown over trees was just so slow and annoying.  That’s it. I can’t complain about anything else.  Ok maybe just one more – to the Trail Dawgs (who put on this race) – can you please remove some of those darn rocks! Haha.

I have a bunch of highlights.  First was meeting some fellow Runners World trailers.  Kelly and Marie had good days on the trail – both are strong runners and humble.  Also got to meet Pat – unsure how he did in the 25k. One of the things I looked forward to most for this event was the amazing scenery.  It did not disappoint. I only wish I had brought a camera out with me (the pics below I stole from someone else).  There were beautiful waterfalls, flowering trees, brilliant colored rows of wildflowers trail side and the views – oh the views!  My second favorite part of the event was coming to a vista about the 10 mile mark where you see for miles.  To the right, you could see the first big ridge we climbed.  I almost think I saw the 25k participants making their way up (since they started an hour after us).  But right in front of us was a mountain that had three ridges coming out towards me all in a row – it almost looked symmetrical.  I stayed for a couple minutes just to take it in.  But my favorite moment was another mile down the trail – I got to see a black bear – my first.  I had heard something rambling down the ridge in the leaves toward the trail.  I looked up and thought I would see a deer.  Nope.  It was a young black bear playing around. He clawed a tree a bit and then made his way back up the ridge. He was probably 100 yards away or so.  The best part was that I told myself the day before this event that I wanted to see a bear – not actually believing it would happen.  My last highlight was finishing.  This was such a tough event.  It was literally half hiking, half some kind of running.  I beat the down hills to death and they beat my quads right back. (There was one stretch of 2 mile downhill that was simply awesome! No other words for it.)

Back to a “Kick in the Hyner.”  That is what they refer to the 25k version.  But the 50k… let’s call the 50k a double kick in the hyner, or flat out just sick. 

My recommendation is only do this event if you are a demented & sick person who loves to inflict self-pain.   Or as an easy training run for an event such as Hardrock 100.  Ask me if I would do it again? I think I distinctly said "no way" during and right after, but you never know. 

Death of the Buzzards

Sunday March 11, 2012 was a beautiful day for a run.  Why not just head out the door for an easy 26 mile trail run over mountains, through creeks, watching for rocks? So I did.  But there is more than to it than just deciding to go out and run 26 random miles.  Let me go back before I can go forward…

In October 2011 I stumbled upon an odd part of a running club’s website.  I was visiting the Lancaster Road Runner’s website and saw the word “Buzzards” in the lower right corner.  I clicked on the link and discovered the world of the Buzzards Trail Marathon.  I am always looking for new races and so I continued to look for details on where this race was.  To my wonderful surprise, I discovered it was located in Dauphin County.  This “non-event” has taken place since 1998 on trails north of Harrisburg every March.  Why had I never discovered this before? By the description it looked awesome.  Various people had written race reports and posted on the website and by the descriptions, this was some tough trail.  I just had to check it out…

Later that weekend I somehow found the time and searched for the DCNR parking lot that led to this set of trails.  I found it and suddenly felt a sense of giddiness (similar to a child walking upon the Christmas tree first thing Christmas morning with all the glittering gifts under the tree).  So I broke out the description and a map and was on my way.  I made it up and over the first ridge and had a good view of the second mountain (which is actually called third mountain – sorry for the confusion).  I didn’t have a lot of time so I just considered this run a “scouting run”.  By the end I think I did about 7 miles and saw enough to be sold on these trails.  I didn’t set out on those trails again for a couple of months – mainly because of hunting season.  This area is a state game lands area.  I was able to get out on Jan. 2^nd for a long run.  I did what is known as the “baby buzzard” which is a 16 mile loop that includes three large climbs and a creek crossing.  Due to making sure I was going the right way and checking things out, it took me 4 hours.  I think I may have added a mile or two to what is known as the baby buzzard.  But it was fun discovering new trails.  I went out a few more times to make sure I knew the entire course before I tackled it in March.

Fast Forward to March 2012 – I was excited to do a long trail event close to home and especially one that would cost nothing.  I wanted to do this to get ready for Hyner 50k but also because this is truly a tough course – and in my own back yard.  So early on a Sunday morning, I set out to the start of the event.  Rumors were flying that this event wasn’t happening due to the DCNR having a fit about an “organized” event.  From what I saw on the website, there is nothing organized about this.  But apparently the DCNR was serious this year about enforcing this rule.  I arrived at the parking area to basically see a few runners who all left in different groups or alone.  There might have been 15 in all – no race director from the past and from what I could figure out – not too many people who have done the Buzzards before.  So it was – the death of the Buzzards Trail Marathon.  But I, and the others, still ran it. 

I started out and felt good climbing up the first of five big climbs, started running over the other side.  Essentially I was by myself for the next few miles – didn’t see a living thing until I hit the rail trail and thought I saw the group of 4 guys that started 15 minutes ahead of me.  They looked to be a half to a mile down the trail.  Knowing that they probably would be turning soon to head up the water tank trail, I gained come confidence and set out to catch them.  I trudged my way up the water tank trail (1000ft in one mile with most of that in the second half of the climb).  I made it to the top and started running again.  Looking at my watch I was right where I wanted to be (1:45 and through 7ish miles).  Now I was on a jeep trail – good running.  I neared the turned off the jeep trail and thought I heard talking.  Voices in my head? No.  I am sure if was the group of 4 guys but I had not been able to spot them.  I made my way up the third climb (relatively small in comparison to the others but I still walked it).  Soon I hit the famous Appalachian Trail.  This portion, although having a net decline, was tough running due to the rocks.  I encountered a few hikers which I was not surprised at – at this point the sun was out and it was warming up quick.  Towards the end of the AT section – I saw them! I caught up to the “four horsemen”.  I actually passed them (only because they had stopped to look at a map).  They passed me back and for the rest of the course, I was not far from them.  We started up the other side of the Water Tank Trail and I was really feeling rough for the first time that day.  I made my way up the mountain slowly.  At the top I trudged along for a bit even though I knew it was a nice jeep road again and would make its way down the mountain.  My legs were getting heavy and the rising temps were getting to me (note the temperature at the start was 30 deg. and by noon was up to mid 50’s).  I got down the mountain and knew I was close to crossing the creek.  I had seen the four horsemen round the corner coming down the mountain but then lost them.  I entered onto the rail trail and saw a runner up ahead but he wasn’t running.  I entered into the woods again to soon cross the creek, the other runner followed behind me as he had been a bit lost.  This point in the written directions for the course state to cross the creek and then “find the trail” going up the mountain.  So this other runner followed me and we made our way through a muddy section and then when things cleared up, he took off.  Thanks for the company!! Anyway, we faced the last climb of the day and it was a straight shot up the trail so you could see up most of the way.  To my surprise I could not see the four horsemen.  I truly was trudging along and ¾ of the way up, they passed me.  Huh? How did that happen? They must have crossed the creek further up.  But they passed me and I had no gas left whatsoever.  I blame it on poor refueling.  I made my way down the other side and finished the mile.  Funny thing is three of the four horsemen took a wrong turn before the end and the fourth, after finishing, came back to find them.  In the end, clock read 6 hours on the nose.  All in all – good run, felt very drained, legs were dead, energy low.  That’s what I like. 

 Buzzards may be dead but I’ll be back on these trails – soon!

My Favorite Trails

I thought about doing a Fave5 (as made famous by Charles Barkley and Dwayne Wade with the T-Mobile commercials) list of trails but there's no way I could only pick my 5 favorite trails.  So instead, I broke it down into sub categories.  I like this better:

Favorite Trails from Races
My trail racing "career" is still relatively short so I could easily put all the trails I have run a race on and get away with it.  But I didn't include them all.  I chose the top four and ranked them  (with "1" being my fav).  Here they are:

4.) Rocky Ridge County Park - Home of On the Rocks Trail Run - this county park contains a variety of trails, some of which are flat and runnable while others are hilly and rocky.  If I lived closer to this trail system I would certainly be running there a good deal.  There are some nice views, and the trails are easily accessible.  The only time I have run these trails was during the On the Rocks Trail Run.  I can imagine these trails being fairly popular because of the accessibility. 


3.) Rothrock Trail System - there are numerous trails in the Rothrock State Park area.  I don't know them by name.  Running on these trails as part of the Rothrock 30k trail challenge, I got to experience the intense climbs, steep downhills, some beautiful runnable "bike trails" and a gnarly boulder scramble that seemed endless.

2.) Hyner View - the trails of the Hyner Trail Challenge are truly epic.  I do not know all the names of these trails but they are simply amazing. I ran the Hyner 25k Trail Challenge on my birthday - April 16, 2011 - a day I will never forget.  Despite the day being quite miserable with cold, rainy and windy conditions, the views from Hyner View were amazing.  But I have to see it on a nicer day.  With three distinct climbs that would bring most anyone to their knees, these trails are difficult.  The downhills are quad busters.  The hollows are gorgeous.  This could become my number one come April 2012 when I run the Hyner 50k - a new trail event. 

1.) Conestoga (MDT) - this trail was site to my first official trail race. It was September of 2010 and I had the bright idea that the Conestoga 10 miler (which was billed as arguably the hardest 10 miler on the east coast) would be equivalent to a half marathon.  And since I was in my half marathon training cycle, why not implement something new? This event turned out to be the hardest run I ever had up to that point in my life.  The RD said to expect twice your "normal" 10 mile run time.  That's exactly what happened - 2 hours 41 minutes of pure hills: small hills, large hills, rolling hills.  I don't think there was one ounce of flat running as part of this trail.  The hollows were deep, the peaks were high,  the views unbelieveable.  This portion of trail is used as part of the Keystone Super Hike - a 28.4 mile ultra run or for some or a really long day of hiking for others.  I was signed up for 2011 SuperHike but thanks to some SuperFlooding, this SuperHike was cancelled.  Maybe 2012?

Favorite Training Trails
The trails to choose from for this list certainly is longer than the races I have run.  They are all pretty much local trails relative to me so if you are not from southcentral PA (or familiar with it) then this list might be obsolete to you (that is unless you choose to visit me someday....)


Darlington Trail  - this is for sure my favorite trail.  First of all it is the closest trail to me.  A quick 7 minute drive and I am at a nice trail head and can go two different ways on this "darling" of a trail.  The trail itself is only 7+ miles from the west end (merges with the AT and the Tuscarora) and the east end (terminates at Tower Road north side of blue mtn). This trail has a nice variety making it a good trail for training purposes.  It has hills (nothing huge but enough to feel it), rocks, flat, and nice views (mostly in winter when the leaves are gone).  It follows Blue Mtn on top of the ridge (check out this video that someone else shot), just below the ridge and then dips to it's lowest point into Bryson Hollow.  This hollow is a hidden gem  - a creek lined with 100 ft trees that reach for the sky.  It helps that the Darlington links to other trails making it easy to do loops.  I have gotten out for quick 5 milers on the Darlington and also used the Darlington to link to the AT for 3+ hour runs.  I have to admit though, at first I didn't give the Darlington the time of day. I used to run a section of the AT (see below) that met the Darlington and never seemed to think that it "looked" like a good trail.  So I never bothered with.  Finally one day my curiosity got the best of me and - well - I fell in love.  Sorry Darlington, but better late than never - right?

HorseShoe Trail - this is a fairly new trail to me.  I discovered it when I stumbled upon the Buzzards Trail Marathon site.  The Buzzards are a bunch of trail runners that get together for a crazy marathonish distance in March every year.  They use a series of trails that includes the HST, AT and a few other connector trails.  It includes killer hills that simply climb the mountains straight up - no such thing as switchbacks here.  The part of the HST that I have run is the western most section.  The Horse Shoe Trail is about 140 miles long stretching from the AT in Dauphin County to Valley Forge National Park in Chester County.

Water Tank Trail - this is one the above mentioned connector trails used with the HST and the AT as part of the Buzzards Trail Marathon. It's probably no more than 2 miles in length but simply climbs up Third mountain on each side.  It is one of the steepest and most difficult trails I have been on.  Not much "running" on this section.  It follows a beautiful cascade of water (I am sure at certain times of the year this cascade is rushing waters) that makes its way down the mountain towards Stony Creek.  From the picture below you can see the trail going down - this picture really doesn't do the descent justice.  You must see it for yourself to understand. 

Boyd's Big Tree Preserve - I discovered this 12 mile series of trails in the middle of 2011. Boyd's Big Tree Preserve is a beautiful area nicely kept.  Beautiful tall trees, nice variety of wildlife, and some good hills.  It even has some nice views at the powerline clearing.  But watch for snakes!

Trail System of Pinchot Park/Lake - Pinchot has a series of trails around the lake.  Some of these trails are very well groomed and runnable, while others are a bit more technical.  Depending on what time you of year you go, you may find very muddy trails or dry trails.  Some sections seem to always have mud pits going on.  This series of trail connects with the Mason Dixon Trail System. 

Appalachian Trail - One of the more famous trail systems in the world, I feel lucky to have the Appalachian Trail in my own back yard.  I started my trail running on a stretch of the AT about 15 minutes from my house. In all, I have only hiked and/or run from just north of Duncannon, PA on the AT to a few miles south of Boiling Springs on the AT (in sections).  I consider myself to be very familiar with these sections.  My first (and for a while my favorite) section of trail I ran was a 5 mile out-n-back from Rt 850 (in Perry County) to the top of Blue Mountain and back.  I continued to challenge myself to run this section more efficiently and faster.  It was my favorite section of trail to run until I found the Darlington (see above) which ironically intersects with this 5 mile section of the AT at the top of Blue Mtn.

Green Belt - Harrisburg, PA - So if you know what the Green Belt is in Harrisburg, PA, you are probably scratching your head and wondering why I would include this as a "trail." It really isn't a trail - or at least it's not in comparison to the above.  But I included it becuase it is a trail of sorts that the city uses to encourage exercise in an urban setting.  This green belt stretches about 19ish miles and does include some dirt trail albeit only 5-6 miles of the 19.  Otherwise it contains paved path and some road connections. I have run sections of the green belt many times and on two occasions the entire 19ish miles. The Harrisburg marathon uses some of the green belt for it's course.  The green belt also runs through a nice "natural setting" in Harrisburg called Wildwood Park. Wildwood is a 5k distance that makes its way around a beautiful lake with an assortment of wild life.  I run Wildwood every so often and love the rolling hills.

 
Favorite Trails Yet to Run 
I know what you are thinking. How can a trail be a favorite if I have yet to run it? Let's just say I think these will be some nice trails to do - ones I want to do.  Some may be more "bucket list" options but none the less, I still think about doing them someday. 

Local
Flat Rock Trail - I have read this is a nice climb to a gorgeous view.  Got to try it.  It also connects with the Tuscarora so could get in a nice long run.  One of these days...
Appalachian Trail - I need to branch further out and run sections my feet have yet to find...
Victoria Trail - located in Northern Dauphon Co. and conects with the AT
And others as I find them...

Dream Trails
Western States Endurance RunTrails
R2R2R at the Grand Canyon
Appalachian Trail - ALL of it
Trails of the Presidentials - sometimes called a  Presi Traverse this includes traversing over some of the highest peaks in New Hampshire (including one George Washington)
Pikes Peak
Dipsea
Anything in Yosemite National Park
Anything through Redwood or Sequoia in California
Trails at Leadville, Colorado


Trails I am not so fond of
Mason Dixon Trail (near Pinchot Park) - I tried running out of Pinchot Park area on the MDT and it just kept following ROAD.  No thanks!


Tuscarora Trail (near where it intersects with the AT) - I have only been on a 3 mile stretch from where it connect with the AT and Darlington on top of Blue Mtn.  Wasn't impressed. 


Conewago Rail Trail - Elizabethtown, PA I am not a big fan of rail trails mainly because they are flat.  I would definately pick a rail trail over road anyday but it doesn't help that my 2 or 3 runs on the Conewago were not "good" runs.

Maybe time to post a "Bucket List" of Races???....????

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.