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| High fiving Woody as I was coming into the first aid station. |
I ran the
Pine Mountain 40-Miler back in
2009 and at the time, I provided a
play-by-play report then of that race on the
blog. So, I thought I’d take a different approach to this race report. I’m
gonna break this up for what it was in reality, an experience that proved to
be…the good, the bad and the not-so-ugly.
THE GOOD
As always, the good included an opportunity to trail run in
the woods with a bunch of friends. It was so great to see so many out on the
course, whether they were running, or volunteering. I’d like to take this
opportunity to thank all the volunteers and specifically to thank Kena (even
though she was following and supporting another runner, it almost seemed like
she was supporting me every time I saw her at every aid station), Phillip (who
pointed out my bloody nipples at mile 31 and offered sports tape), Kim, Harry, Joel,
Jenn, Jason, Rachel and all the other volunteers for the killer support at the Mollyhugger
Hill, Dowden Knob and Rocky Point aid stations, and to Sarah (the RD) and the
rest of the
GUTS crew for another well organized and supported event. Frank
gets special mention for serving up the grilled cheese sandwiches at the TV
Tower aid stop. Too many friends out there running to list here, but I did get
to catch up with many of them post-race at the finish line. A couple of special
shout outs to Laura, Aaron D. and Woody D., it was not to be their day for any
of them as they all DNF’d for various reasons, but that’s how it goes some
times. We’ve all been there. The beauty of the sport is that there’s always the
next race.
Another good thing about the race was the swag. Everyone
received a really nice, fleece winter cap and all the finishers took home a
sporty, fleece half-zip top. That beats a t-shirt any day.
When it comes to the race itself and how the day went for me,
my first 24 miles definitely represent the good. I arrived at the start with
just a few minutes to spare to hit the bathroom and pick up my number. I also
realized when I arrived, that I had forgotten my hand-held water bottle. Not
again! This happened to me at Stump Jump a couple of months ago, but luckily
this time I had a spare one liter water bottle in the car that I had brought for after the race. It would be
my faux football to carry the whole race, but it was a savior. Anyway my buddy,
Woody, drove separately, but we both managed to arrive about the same time. We
lined up with everyone and after a few words from the RD, we were off. Woody
took off with the leaders and I held back and decided to find a spot closer to
the middle of the pack. Soon we were on single track trail and the pecking
order seemed pretty set since no one seemed overly anxious to pass for the
first few miles. I really did feel good. I was chatting it up with others
around me. I met some great people that I would end up seeing all day long,
like John from Oak Ridge, TN who was running his first 40-miler, and Elizabeth from
Atlanta, GA who would end up dropping me for good at around mile 33 after
passing each other several times through out the race. When I ran part of the
course with my buddy, Doug, a couple of weeks ago, we ran out past the point
where the Mollyhugger Hill aid stop would be during the race, which is about
mile 11 of the course. I remember then thinking that I wanted to be at this
spot two hours into the race and sure enough, that’s what happened. In fact, I
hit mile 12 or so at the two hour mark and I started thinking that a sub-8 hour
race would be doable after all. I ran the course in 7:58 the last time, but I
was coming into this race a lot less prepared and with fewer long runs on my
legs. So a sub-8 hour race was optimistic. The next couple of aid stops were
very welcome sights because to get to them we had to traverse through tornado
devastated portions of the course, but more on that later. Needless to say, I
reached the TV Tower aid stop (about mile 22) and I was still feeling pretty
decent, but the wheels would soon come off.
THE BAD
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| Refueling on an uphill. |
Back in April, a storm and several tornadoes laid waste to
the immediate area in and near the park. Huge sections of forest trees were
tumbled over like little toothpicks. Trees were down, uprooted and slashed.
Volunteers had obviously spent many man hours cleaning up and chain sawing
miles and miles of the trail. We would encounter the first of these sections
about 12 miles into the race and it was a good mile long, between the
Mollyhugger Hill and Dowdell Knob aid stops. On the upside, because the trees
were down, there were no leaves on the trail. One of the stand out
characteristics of the
Pine
Mountain 40-miler is the
leaves you encounter on the trail from the autumn foliage and the level of
difficulty they add on the already technical and rocky trail. In the tornado
sections, there were no leaves, but there was also nothing else. I mean no life.
It was kind of eerie and depressing to see. And when I spoke with other runners
later, we agreed that there was like a bad spiritual vibe, a bad energy of
sorts. There were other sections on the course that were just as devastated and
I couldn’t help feel the same thing every time. On the way back at around mile
30, I was crossing one of these sections for the last time and the sun was out.
Even though it was December, it was unseasonably warm and I was already feeling
crappy at this point. Between the sun, the depressing landscape and the miles
on my legs, I hit the wall hard. By the time I arrived at the Mollyhugger Hill
aid station again around 31.5 miles in, I was walking and I still had my least
favorite section of the trail left to go.
We all hit the wall at some point, right? I mean it happens to the most experienced of
athletes, the Lance Armstrongs and even Kilian Jornets of the world. But man,
there’s no comfort in knowing that and it always sucks. Like I said, I started
to fall apart and at mile 30 started walking without running again and it
lasted several miles. I wasn’t injured. I didn’t have any blisters. I felt like
I had managed my nutrition just fine. But obviously some thing just turned off
like a switch inside. Earlier at around mile 23, I had a second wind and I had
passed several runners that I had shared the trail with for a few miles. I had
tucked my water bottle into my arm and I kept a steady pace. I even managed to
run up one of the few decent climbs on the race course and I thought I put some
distance on runners behind me. But when things went south for me, they went
south fast. Many of those same runners, now caught me and passed me. After the
aid station, we jumped on a white-blazed trail that is a lot less traveled by
hikers and the footing was more difficult with the leaves and rocks. I was so
fried, that it was all I could do to just put one foot in front of the other.
As I walked, more and more runners would pass including Elizabeth who dropped
me here for the last time. I wouldn’t see her again until after crossing the
finish. She gave me a smile and a thumbs up and flew by me like I was standing
still. I walked and walked and just tried to stay positive. Now I thought if I
finished in under nine hours, I would be lucky. But in ultras, many times if
you feel like crap, you just gotta hang on and some times things can turn
around. And they did.
THE NOT-SO-UGLY
I came off the white-blazed trail and hit the last manned
aid station of the course, Fox Den Cove, at around mile 34 of the course. I
lingered at the aid station and drank and ate my fill. I was joking around with
the volunteers and they were great. At one point, one of them told me that my
time was up and that I had to get moving. I looked at him and thanked him. A sign
of a good aid station in a race is they know when to push the runners along.
There’s no sense in my hanging out and the only way I was going to finish the
race was to get a move on. Leaving the station, there was a slight down hill
and feeling a bit rejuvenated I tried to jog a bit. It didn’t feel too bad. I
alternated jogging the down hills and walking the up hills until I eventually
came up on a runner that had passed me earlier when I was really feeling
terrible. Now it looked like it was his turn to feel like crap, but he was
managing to stay in front of me, the more I tried to catch him. This went on
for a little bit until we crossed a road and started on the final climb of the
day. We were both walking, but I was determined to pass him. Slowly I inched up
on him and finally passed him. Encouraged by this, I started running up the
hill and realized that I could hold the pace. Once on the ridge, I made it a point to put some distance between the two of us and I didn’t look back. I
crossed the final road crossing and the rest of the way was down hill. Just a
little over two miles to go. I was so excited. I ran down the descent and never
really walked again. The trail soon leveled off and followed a creek back to
the finish. As I was nearing the end, I saw local ultra-legend, Richard Schick
ahead of me. He had passed me earlier when I was toast. He has also “schicked”
me before at the Mt.
Cheaha 50K when he passed
me with less than a mile to go at that race. So, I thought that maybe I could
return the favor. He was getting closer, but as we crossed the last foot bridge
he had about a 20 yard lead on me and the finish line was too close. He
finished with 8:32:23 on the race clock and I crossed the line at 8:32:34. I
high fived Richard, thanked some of the
GUTS crew hanging out at the finish and found the nearest spot to sit my tired
ass down. Tough race, but I had seen the good, the bad, and the not-so-ugly of
it. I was happy to be done and with my time.
Thank you to Vikena Yutz for the photos!
2011 Pine
Mountain 40-Miler blog
roll:
Sarah Woerner (female
winner and new course record holder)
Aaron Dwileski
