Pay It Forward

A big, big thanks to all of the Bull City folks who came out to pay it forward at the Habitat house last Saturday! Special thanks to Gene Oddone and Grace Couchman for coordinating this great effort and hosting us for dinner after a hot afternoon of painting!

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Zion National Park Traverse

[Editor's note: Thanks to guest blogger and local ultra enthusiast, Meredith Barrett, for this awe-inspiring run report!]

Red Rocks. Steep canyon walls. 48 miles of trail. On your own. Who’s in?
A great friend of mine took me aside about a year ago and innocently inquired, “So what if I asked you to run an ultramarathon across Zion National Park with me? Would you think I was crazy?” Yes, I would, but somehow she convinced a few of us to do it with her—a 48 mile trail run across Zion, unsupported, just 5 women (four ecologists and 1 glaciologist-turned-medic). She had been completely sold on this run idea after seeing stunning pictures and videos from Andrew Skurka—an ultrarunner and outdoor adventurer extraordinaire—who is one of the few people to have finished  this traverse before. Our team had all finished marathons in the past, but this was going to be the first big ultrarun for most of us. We picked a date, bought plane tickets and then we were locked in. No going back!

From December to April, each of us followed a training plan combined and modified from Runners World and Hal Higdon. We relied on the theory that if you run back-to-back days (e.g., 25 miles Saturday, 13 miles Sunday), then your body responds as though it’s running longer (>40 miles), but without all the injuries. We each battled with minor injuries during training (tight Achilles tendons, some knee pain, some hip pain), but when April arrived, we were all healthy enough and ready to go!

Vegas, baby, yeah!
Las Vegas served as our meeting and prepping point. No time for a “Thunder from Down Under” show, but we did appreciate the opportunity to stock up on enough food to feed an army. And then we were off to Zion!
The trail
You can see why Zion was protected as one of our country’s first National Parks. Its stunning canyons, slabs of open sandstone, distinctive red and white cliff bands and lush river corridors made for a fantastic distraction from the pain in our legs over the long miles of this run. We ran from the East Rim trailhead to Lee Pass—a route that crosses across some of the most dramatic Zion country, gaining 10,000 feet and then losing just about the same over 48.3 miles (see map—SE corner to NW corner).

Andrew Skurka’s website is a wonderful resource for anyone planning to do this run. Skurka recommends running this route in late April, when the snows have melted but before it gets too hot for those open, exposed stretches of trail. Thinking we were perfectly on target, we chose a weekend in late April to hit that peak time. Who knew it was also going to be an El Nino year? Nature had different ideas in store, and Zion had a heavy winter, getting hit with 170% more precipitation than normal. When we finally were able to talk with a backcountry ranger on the phone, he explained “Well, no one has actually been over that section of trail yet this season, so we have no idea how much snow is out there. Could be deep!” We battled with the decision of what to do with this new information–do we alter our route?  Skip that section? Run with snowshoes? Get a heli drop? We had been training for so long, and had set our hearts on finishing this route, so we decided to do what probably many crazy ultrarunners would do—we decided to just go for it. If we had to turn back mid-route, so be it. So with that uncertainty and a bit more nervousness, we got ready for anything Zion might throw at us.

After several hours of last minute purchasing (what a good excuse to buy new gear!), food prepping (enough to feed an army) and carbo-loading (awesome local pasta shop), we were ready and nervous to start our big day. A sister of one of our team and her friend had very generously offered to be our support crew for the day—we could not have done it without them!

East Rim Trailhead to the Grotto (~Miles 1 – 12)
We drove to the East Rim trailhead early in the morning, playing energetic music all the way to pump ourselves up and ease those nerves. Still dark at the trailhead at 6am, we started our route happily at a slow jogging pace, wary of any hidden rocks along the trail unseen with our headlamps.

As the sun rose, we began to see more clearly the beauty of the landscape around us. A light dusting of snow and sparkling of ice on the vegetation gave it a magical quality. The first stretch was a bit cold, but enjoyable and beautiful in the misty clouds.

We emerged into red rock country and loved the chance to run right through a small slot canyon.

From here we looked down upon the Zion Canyon and the North Fork of the Virgin River, and then proceeded to switchback all the way down to the road to reach the Grotto, our first support stop, at about 12 miles in.

Don’t we still look energized and happy?
The Grotto to the Top of the West Rim (Miles 12 – 16)
After loading up on PB&J’s, water, bananas, oranges, sesame sticks (salty and delicious) and “speed balls” (aka chocolate covered espresso beans, our savior!) we started the steep ascent up to the top of the West Rim. After crossing the North Fork of the Virgin River, the trail—blasted into the rock and surprisingly paved in some parts—climbs quickly and then switchbacks up to the start of the famous Angel’s Landing climb.

Looking back down to Zion Canyon…

The trail and its endless switchbacks are blasted into the rock.

We crossed long sandstone slabs and then continued the climb up to the Rim.

Along the West Rim (~Miles 16 – 35ish)

We happily reached the West Rim, but ran into what we feared, yet knew, would be there. Snow. For about 10 miles we ran through patches of the stuff, which made it difficult to follow the trail. The glaciologist/medic (what a great combo!) member of our team has spent most of her professional career in the backcountry, so she easily guided us through the covered sections.

Our strategy for the entire run had been to keep a steady, consistent pace on the flat and downhill sections and then to walk briskly up the steep hills. Walking uphill actually conserves more energy than running slowly, and we wanted to save every drop of energy that we had. This strategy worked really well until we hit these snowy parts, where it was impossible to keep up a consistent running pace even in the flat stretches.

I have to say that mud is much worse than snow. One step forward, then we’d slip almost all the way back. That’s no way to make progress on an ultrarun!

The snow got deep in some sections and we post-holed our way through it. After several hours of this slow progress, and a bit of trail searching after we went off-trail, we reached a decision point. Do we continue to slog through the snow on hidden trails in the dark? The sunlight was waning, we were all drinking melted snow for water, and after 11 hours of hard work we decided to alter our route slightly and attempt to meet up with our support crew.  We had two options—try to follow the faint trail that was covered in 3 feet of snow, or head out on a snow-covered road that would take us to the same point. The road would be much easier to spot and follow, so we decided to take the safer route.

We emerged into a beautiful snowy field and then headed down the road. Nine miles later (at a total of about 35-38 miles) we met up with our savior support crew, who hailed us with fresh water, warm clothes and beef jerky!

The tired, yet happy, crew at the end of a long day.

Coming back for more (~Miles 35 – 48)
We woke up the next morning feeling tired and happy, but not quite satisfied. We had dreamed for months about finishing this run across Zion, and our determination got the better of us. Instead of soaking our legs in the cold waters of the Virgin River, drinking well-deserved margaritas, we decided to polish off the last unfinished section of the run, from Hop Valley Trailhead to Lee’s Pass, which is about 13 miles. We feared snow, we feared mud, but decided to go for it anyways. What we found was one of the most beautiful and friendly stretches of trail that we had run all trip. We wound through small, intimate red rock canyons, crossed flowing streams and a rushing La Verkin River, passed through gorgeous private ranches and marveled at the stunning scenery all around us. THIS was what running across Zion was all about! It washed away any of the frustration from the difficult snow-slogging of the day before.

Crossing La Verkin River.

With the moon rising and the red color of the rocks coming into full flush, we made it to Lee Pass.  It was an amazing and challenging trip, and we were all so happy to have been healthy enough to attempt it. It took a little longer than we planned, but we did it! I feel confident that all of us would have made it across the Park in one day had the conditions cooperated. And maybe we’ll get our chance—we’re raring to do it again!

Running an ultramarathon through such a stunning place, and with such great friends, was an experience of a lifetime. If you’re thinking about it, go for it!

A little post-run celebration in the hot tub (ahhh…..).

Thanks to Bull City Running Company for outfitting me for this race! The Body Glide was ESSENTIAL!

Resources:
Great information about the route can be found on Andrew Skurka’s website:
http://www.andrewskurka.com/RACE/ZION/index.php

Trip section maps (copied from an excellent trip report from one of the original runners of this route):
http://adventurerun.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/zion-traverse/

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Darn Tough Testimony

Ask and you shall receive ;)
Darn Tough socks have arrived and they come with a lifetime warranty. Can’t beat that!

Here is the request/impassioned plea that put it all in motion:

I was in the shop last week, and Jason set me up in a pair of Crosslites which I’m loving (definitely the most comfortable upper I’ve ever worn) and wishing I’d had them for the Uwharrie20. So thanks for that, but this note is to unashamedly beg you to start carrying Darn Tough socks. Really, no kidding, I’m outright begging and even have a little tear in my eye while I’m typing this note in hopes that you’ll sell me more of these socks.

I was on the Thirsty Thursday run when Tres demo’d the Mountain Masochists and also gave away some DT socks. I unsuspectingly took a pair since I’d never worn any type of wool gear (cycling/running jerseys, socks, nothing) and I figured a free pair would be the best way to confirm whether they would itch once I started sweating in them (which I had always assumed). Now I’ve become completely addicted to these socks and am resorting to wearing this one pair embarrassingly often and in conditions that repulse our dog and definitely wouldn’t pass Health Codes if I were a restaurant worker (e.g. a 40-hour stint of continuous wear that included two long, muddy trail runs, 2-ish days of casual wear and an overnight of sleeping in them — I’m not proud, and I fully admit that I’ve fallen a long way from basic human standards when it comes to these socks, but it’s not all my fault as I’ll explain below).

To confirm what I’m up against and that I’m not the only one in this pickle (and that I’m confident you’ll sell plenty of these socks once you start carrying them), I described my struggle to a friend in Boise, ID, who had mentioned Darn Tough socks some time ago. I told him how I hate to take them off and that I really only remove them when my wife demands them from me in order to wash them in the SuperAggressive washer cycle that usually includes most of my other running clothes, but that I promptly yank them from the dryer to get them back onto my feet pronto. He understood immediately and empathized since he had experienced the same addiction issues when he innocently came across DT socks at a local outdoor shop and wore them so continuously that he wore a hole in the heel, sent them back to Darn Tough for replacements (awesome guarantee), then wore those out as well while also somehow turning all his toes bright red (something his doctor described as “chronic excessive continuum of abrasive exposure to fine merino wool syndrome”, commonly known as “DT-itis”). He had to quit DTs cold turkey for nearly a year until he could resume a 12-step program of gradually reintroducing them into his wear cycle. Now he’s doing fine and has adjusted to wearing a more typical variety of socks, but he’ll always be a recovering DT-holic and is very worried about me and the slippery slope I’m undeniably on.

Clearly Bull City Running is partly (even mostly) to blame for my DT cravings and sad hygienic predicament since it introduced me to these socks but now won’t feed my pathetic jonesing since I’m limited to this one overwhelmed pair from Tres. In this case, the drug dealer-like “first one’s free” method of introducing a product to a naive customer has unquestionably produced a fast convert-turned-addict, but unlike Crack I can’t get any more DT socks from my Dealer. Makes me wonder if my “DT” abbreviation might also imply the dreadfully uncomfortable DeTox I’ll be going through if I don’t find a source soon for more Run/Bike No-Show Cushion #1416 socks in Light Grey, Natural and/or Black (just in case Tres didn’t tell you exactly what he pulled out of his goodie bag that evening).
If I don’t find a solution soon, I anticipate the Trailheads periodically coming across me lurching aimlessly and wide-eyed through CNF while wearing a pair of Crosslites and exceptionally tattered Darn Tough socks and mumbling gibberish about Bull City Running, one single pair of DTs, a once-happy, mainstream life and a rapid collapse after a seemingly innocent demo run with a sock rep.

Respectfully (but in kind of a desperate, demanding way),
-Michael Baucom

PS — So really, will you please start carrying them??

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Bracket Buster 5K

Does anyone out there still have a viable bracket?
Thanks to those who came out for the free fun run on Sunday afternoon! Results from the Bracket Buster 5K are posted here!

Special thanks to Mike at Starbucks in Southpoint Crossing for the coffee and to Jordan from CRAFT/Karhu for being a part of the festivities and giving folks an opportunity to win a trip to Finland!

Now…onto the NIT Tournament. Go Heels! :)

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Masochist vs. Wildcat

If you were a shoe, what would you be?

The jury is in for one local trail enthusiast! The following shoe review is compliments of veteran trail-runner and passionate nature-lover, Steve “Squonk” Hoge of the Trailheads who recently went heel-to-toe with the Montrail Masochist and La Sportiva Wildcat:

Yo,
I had back to back long(ish) runs last weekend. 15 miles in the Wildcats Saturday and 10 in the Masochists on Sunday. On Sunday I may or may not have imagined that the new Montrails were spongier and more flexible than the La Sportivas.

I kept the Masochists on for Tuesday and Wednesday and think it’s definitely a better shoe for me. Still some tendonitis, but that’s not a shoe thing; it’s a me thing.

The Masochists remind me of the old Highlander which held up well for 50K distance, but fell short of comfortable (relative) for 50 milers. But I’m thinking the new design, with added cushioning (not too much, but just about right) may become my shoe for the remainder of the year.

So, there you have it (but we know he still has plenty of love for La Sportiva). It is also worth noting that our guest blogger/shoe reviewer is also the acclaimed inventor, manufacturer, and distributor of the SportSlipper (and he may be looking for an angel investor). Both Montrail and La Sportiva models are currently available.

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Green Silence

Myong, A faithful runner and friend to Bull City Running Co. logged 14 miles in her new Brooks Green Silence last weekend. She says that she is definitely using them to race in next week at the Myrtle Beach Half Marathon. The Green Silence is a super flexible eco-friendly shoe that works well as a racing flat or a lightweight trainer for runners who do not require a lot of support. We were thrilled to get early feedback on this very intriguing new shoe from Brooks.

Go Myong and all our other friends who are headed to Myrtle Beach the weekend of February 12-14!

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Healing or Stealing?

Editors note: On the surface, this may not appear to be running related. But it is: it is about life, appreciation and preservation of the Earth, and the role each of us can play. Plus, it’s a nice shot of inspiration for your day.

The Unforgettable Commencement Address of 2009.

By Paul Hawken

When I was invited to give this speech, I was asked if I could give a simple short talk that was “direct, naked, taut, honest, passionate, lean, shivering, startling, and graceful.” No pressure there.

Let’s begin with the startling part. Class of 2009: you are going to have to figure out what it means to be a human being on earth at a time when every living system is declining, and the rate of decline is accelerating. Kind of a mind-boggling situation… but not one peer-reviewed paper published in the last thirty years can refute that statement. Basically, civilization needs a new operating system, you are the programmers, and we need it within a few decades.

This planet came with a set of instructions, but we seem to have misplaced them. Important rules like don’t poison the water, soil, or air, don’t let the earth get overcrowded, and don’t touch the thermostat have been broken. Buckminster Fuller said that spaceship earth was so ingeniously designed that no one has a clue that we are on one, flying through the universe at a million miles per hour, with no need for seatbelts, lots of room in coach, and really good food—but all that is changing.

There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: You are Brilliant, and the Earth is Hiring. The earth couldn’t afford to send recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint. And here’s the deal: Forget that this task of planet-saving is not possible in the time required. Don’t be put off by people who know what is not possible. Do what needs to be done, and check to see if it was impossible only after you are done.

When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: If you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren’t pessimistic, you don’t understand the data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren’t optimistic, you haven’t got a pulse. What I see everywhere in the world are ordinary people willing to confront despair, power, and incalculable odds in order to restore some semblance of grace, justice, and beauty to this world. The poet Adrienne Rich wrote, “So much has been destroyed I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.” There could be no better description. Humanity is coalescing. It is reconstituting the world, and the action is taking place in schoolrooms, farms, jungles, villages, campuses, companies, refuge camps, deserts, fisheries, and slums.

You join a multitude of caring people. No one knows how many groups and organizations are working on the most salient issues of our day: climate change, poverty, deforestation, peace, water, hunger, conservation, human rights, and more. This is the largest movement the world has ever seen. Rather than control, it seeks connection. Rather than dominance, it strives to disperse concentrations of power. Like Mercy Corps, it works behind the scenes and gets the job done. Large as it is, no one knows the true size of this movement. It provides hope, support, and meaning to billions of people in the world. Its clout resides in idea, not in force. It is made up of teachers, children, peasants, businesspeople, rappers, organic farmers, nuns, artists, government workers, fisherfolk, engineers, students, incorrigible writers, weeping Muslims, concerned mothers, poets, doctors without borders, grieving Christians, street musicians, the President of the United States of America, and as the writer David James Duncan would say, the Creator, the One who loves us all in such a huge way.

There is a rabbinical teaching that says if the world is ending and the Messiah arrives, first plant a tree, and then see if the story is true. Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity’s willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider. “One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice,” is Mary Oliver’s description of moving away from the profane toward a deep sense of connectedness to the living world.

Millions of people are working on behalf of strangers, even if the evening news is usually about the death of strangers. This kindness of strangers has religious, even mythic origins, and very specific eighteenth-century roots. Abolitionists were the first people to create a national and global movement to defend the rights of those they did not know. Until that time, no group had filed a grievance except on behalf of itself. The founders of this movement were largely unknown — Granville Clark, Thomas Clarkson, Josiah Wedgwood — and their goal was ridiculous on the face of it: at that time three out of four people in the world were enslaved. Enslaving each other was what human beings had done for ages. And the abolitionist movement was greeted with incredulity. Conservative spokesmen ridiculed the abolitionists as liberals, progressives, do-gooders, meddlers, and activists. They were told they would ruin the economy and drive England into poverty. But for the first time in history a group of people organized themselves to help people they would never know, from whom they would never receive direct or indirect benefit. And today tens of millions of people do this every day. It is called the world of non-profits, civil society, schools, social entrepreneurship, non-governmental organizations, and companies who place social and environmental justice at the top of their strategic goals. The scope and scale of this effort is unparalleled in history.

The living world is not “out there” somewhere, but in your heart. What do we know about life? In the words of biologist Janine Benyus, life creates the conditions that are conducive to life. I can think of no better motto for a future economy. We have tens of thousands of abandoned homes without people and tens of thousands of abandoned people without homes. We have failed bankers advising failed regulators on how to save failed assets. We are the only species on the planet without full employment. Brilliant. We have an economy that tells us that it is cheaper to destroy earth in real time rather than renew, restore, and sustain it. You can print money to bail out a bank but you can’t print life to bail out a planet. At present we are stealing the future, selling it in the present, and calling it gross domestic product. We can just as easily have an economy that is based on healing the future instead of stealing it. We can either create assets for the future or take the assets of the future. One is called restoration and the other exploitation. And whenever we exploit the earth we exploit people and cause untold suffering. Working for the earth is not a way to get rich, it is a way to be rich.

The first living cell came into being nearly 40 million centuries ago, and its direct descendants are in all of our bloodstreams. Literally you are breathing molecules this very second that were inhaled by Moses, Mother Teresa, and Bono. We are vastly interconnected. Our fates are inseparable. We are here because the dream of every cell is to become two cells. And dreams come true. In each of you are one quadrillion cells, 90 percent of which are not human cells. Your body is a community, and without those other microorganisms you would perish in hours. Each human cell has 400 billion molecules conducting millions of processes between trillions of atoms. The total cellular activity in one human body is staggering: one septillion actions at any one moment, a one with twenty-four zeros after it. In a millisecond, our body has undergone ten times more processes than there are stars in the universe, which is exactly what Charles Darwin foretold when he said science would discover that each living creature was a “little universe, formed of a host of self-propagating organisms, inconceivably minute and as numerous as the stars of heaven.”

So I have two questions for you all: First, can you feel your body? Stop for a moment. Feel your body. One septillion activities going on simultaneously, and your body does this so well you are free to ignore it, and wonder instead when this speech will end. You can feel it. It is called life. This is who you are. Second question: who is in charge of your body? Who is managing those molecules? Hopefully not a political party. Life is creating the conditions that are conducive to life inside you, just as in all of nature. Our innate nature is to create the conditions that are conducive to life. What I want you to imagine is that collectively humanity is evincing a deep innate wisdom in coming together to heal the wounds and insults of the past.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.

This extraordinary time when we are globally aware of each other and the multiple dangers that threaten civilization has never happened, not in a thousand years, not in ten thousand years. Each of us is as complex and beautiful as all the stars in the universe. We have done great things and we have gone way off course in terms of honoring creation. You are graduating to the most amazing, stupefying challenge ever bequested to any generation. The generations before you failed. They didn’t stay up all night. They got distracted and lost sight of the fact that life is a miracle every moment of your existence. Nature beckons you to be on her side. You couldn’t ask for a better boss. The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hope only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful. This is your century. Take it and run as if your life depends on it.

[The original speech appears here.]

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Freaky 4-Miler!

Thanks to everyone who came out to the Freaky 4-miler on Halloween (and endured the unseasonably hot and humid afternoon in full length costumes)!PA310082PA310085-1PA310089PA310095-2PA310098-2PA310102PA310092PA310087-1PA310103

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Plodders, Revolt!

Did you all catch this in the NYTimes today?

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/23/sports/23marathon.html

What kind of elitist B.S. is this? And check out the lackluster credentials of this Adrienne Wald woman who says “It’s a joke to run a marathon by walking every other mile or by finishing in six, seven, eight hours…it used to be that running a marathon was worth something — there used to be a pride saying that you ran a marathon, but not anymore. Now it’s, ‘How low is the bar?’”

Are you kidding me?

Having “slow” runners in the marathon takes absolutely nothing away from the experience of those running a few minutes per mile faster, and the “slow pokes” more than ‘pay for’ their time on the course: they account for the exponential increase in marathon participants (and revenues) across the country. But that’s really beside the point. The arrogance of the folks quoted in this article is indefensible and deplorable.

I recently completed my first marathon, and while my time on the course was very average and not particularly noteworthy, the sense of accomplishment I felt at the end of 26.2 miles was much more significant and memorable than my pace per mile.TheCouragetoStart

I enjoy cheering on the elite runners and marvel at their ability and effort as much as the next person. They are awesome. Some of them are freaks of nature. I will never be that fast and I’m OK with that. Does it mean there is not a spot for me in the field, or for someone who runs a few minutes per mile slower still? Absolutely not. Runners, unite!

And even if none of this touchy feely stuff matters, one fact remains: we have an epidemic of obesity in this country! If the allure of the marathon is inspiring people to get off the couch, we should cross the finish line, grab some water and an orange slice, and cheer them on.

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My Blue Ridge Relay Rundown

BRR1(Editor’s Note: this is not the abridged version.)
First, for those of you who have never heard of the Blue Ridge Relay or any type of distance relay, I’ll give you a quick overview. You start by compiling a group of 11 (or 5 if you’re crazy) close and/or random acquaintances. Then prepare for continuous running, day and night, for a cumulative total of around 17 miles each, completed relay-style (3 legs each, leapfrogging through your team of 12), through 211 miles of the most scenic and volatile terrain Virginia/North Carolina has to offer.

The end results – a rare chance to share a sweaty experience with someone other than your significant other; a chance to experiment with alternative re-fueling techniques such as a blueberry bagel ham sandwich with chocolate milk at 2am; and finally, the satisfaction of knowing that comfort is overrated because when you need sleep it can be achieved in any number of awkward and contorted positions.

I was the number 6 runner for Team Mizuno and with our 1 pm start, I had time for a somewhat normal morning. We knew from the start that we’d be battling Norm’s Maggots throughout the race, so even though we built a small lead going into my leg, there were a lot of trials and miles to go. Though I tried to remind myself that my first leg was only a small part of the overall distance to relax, I quickly started to panic when I hit the first hill and felt my chest and legs burn – roughly only 1 mile into my 5.4 mile run. I cursed the convenience of the American Tobacco Trail. Although it is great place to run, there really isn’t any section along the trail that intimidates you with steep elevation change. I also made a tactical mistake, and relay faux pas, of not printing out my legs so I could review before my run. I had no idea how long the inclines or declines would last, and my first leg was brutal. Luckily the course elevation change was more of an “M” (downhill finish) and not “N” (uphill finish) because my spirit was close to being broken. I handed off in the lead but gave back some time. It was a lot less than I feared when I was struggling during the run so I tried to use that somewhat positive feedback to keep me motivated.

After handing off to Van 2, we drove into Boone to find some blinking lights so we’d be prepared for our night legs. For some reason, we were unable to make the lights we had blink – a justifiably required piece of equipment for this and most relays. Even after the teammate who brought the original lights got them to blink immediately, after we spent most of our first legs trying, we were unable to get them to blink after he left. Since he was in the other van, we felt the correct call was to get idiot proof blinkers.

My second leg, leg 18, was a nice downhill start with a steep uphill climb in the middle and ended with a nice downhill finish. Typically, this type of leg would not be a concern, but throw in complete darkness and a not so confident runner, and it quickly turns into a challenge. We were up on the Maggots by 2+ minutes (thanks to a 10 minute miscue made by the Maggots) and I was feeling good and hoped to maintain the gap or even extend it. During the downtime between legs, I decided to wear my compression socks and shorts. They made a world of difference – mentally and physically. My legs felt in far less worse shape than I originally anticipated and, since I was blissfully unaware of the course, they helped support my legs during the steep downhill sections. But before you think this was some storybook run that re-defined the race (though it did do the latter), I ended up taking a wrong turn less than 3-min from the finish. I finished, not with a lead, but 3 minutes down. We would not have the lead again and I felt like a goat.

We got as much sleep as possible during our time away from the race. When our van started our third and final leg, we were approximately down 12 minutes – not close enough to give our tired bodies the shot of adrenaline it desperately needed. My last leg was a nice and flat 4.4 mile run at 5:30am. I was looking forward to this one, not only for the flat terrain, but a little personal redemption for the mistake I made during my last leg. We had closed the lead to 6:30 minutes when I started and I was determined to keep it that way.

I enjoyed the run, not because it was my last leg, but I was running during the transition from night to daybreak so the amazing scenery provided a gentle reprieve from the discomfort going on in my lower extremities. I finished the leg with no additional problems and maintained the split with the Maggots. No warm down this time, I found a nice nook in the van and woke up in Asheville. We finished 29 minutes off the Maggots mark.

I did hear about and the results of the impressive feat accomplished by the solo runner (Scot Hayward), but I do have to recognize our driver. He was attempting the unheralded solo drive – all legs, both vans. He came close but packed it in for the last 6 legs. I feel we let him down, once we lost contact with the Maggots it probably made the driving much more difficult and the silence must have made it much harder to stay awake. So that’s my run down and it also adequately explains how I still felt the impact of the runs almost a week after completing my last leg. If you have a moment, please stop in and share your experience!

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