Louisville Lovin' The Hills 50K- Grossman's Payback

The 2012 Louisville Lovin’ The Hills 50K.


Troy Shellhamer -February 12, 2012

The 2012 Louisville Lovin’ The Hills 50K was slated to be the 20th Ultramarathon I’ve completed. It was also my first back in 2007. Ever since cutting my ultra teeth back then, I have been a student of race strategy. I knew that racing wasn’t just pushing at 100% until the last man is left standing. It is a game of patience and willpower and determination, to develop a game plan, study physiology, and learn how the body operates at each distance, each course, and each event. In light of that constant desire to study the sport and to succeed and grow faster, I started writing race reports and reading race reports to recap what I could learn from each race.

Eric Grossman founded the Louisville Lovin’ The Hills 50K shortly after the start of the new millennium. Once a resident of Louisville, he moved on to Virginia shortly after starting the race and left Cynthia and Todd Heady of Headfirst Performance to run the race from there on. Since starting Lovin’ The Hills, Eric has won more races across the country than I can recollect; 50 milers, 100 milers, etc. Eric is a phenomenal runner, and lucky for us in Louisville, he continues to come back and run Lovin’ The Hills. His 2010 race report from Lovin’ The Hills is one that always stuck with me. He opened with discussing how it’s routine for him. He’d raced over 50 ultras, and probably awoken to over 500 race mornings. He had it all broken down to a science, and so it was all just standard issue, following the same chronological order that had worked in the past. He knew how many calories to eat, how to train the weeks prior, and what pace to start at, etc. his “playbook had been written”. He found himself somewhat surprised during that Lovin’ The Hills though, to find himself far away from 1st place, chasing down some up and coming talent in the form of a very young and ferocious Scott Breeden and Keegan Rathkamp. Slowly but surely though, Eric and “primal instincts” “chased down his prey”, and found himself winning yet another tough Ultra. Keegan held on for second place and Scott Breeden was third. I placed fourth that year, (thanks in part to Russ Goodman and Tim Barnes not running!). I was far enough back that I’m sure I wasn’t on their radars up front.

In the same vein as Grossmans race report I knew what had to happen this year in 2012 for the LLTH50. I had to go out with Eric. Scott Breeden was back also, but now with many races under his belt, and experience that would hopefully prevent him from going out too fast. I wanted to see what Scott could do with a better pacing strategy that didn’t force him to blow up at the end. About 6 months ago, Eric beat me at another course of his, the Iron Mountain 50 miler. It was my first race in several months after hiking the PCT, and he won it in commanding fashion. 3 weeks later, for the first ever Ultra Race of Champions 100K, I passed Eric on the final climb. It was a great feeling for me to pass someone I had been following, studying, watching for years, and finally enter a circle of athletes I had an intense drive to be a part of for all that time. Eric however, wanted payback for my strong finish at UROC, passing him with only hundreds of yards to go on a course of over 63 miles. You don’t destroy yourself to the core for 10 hours only to get passed on the final climb, without taking note and wanting payback! So the stage was set for the 2012 LLTH50.

I was rather certain that the top 3 would include me, Grossman, and Breeden, but I honestly didn’t know what order we would fall. I was certain though, that I would definitely be willing to go through more pain than anyone out on the course, to hopefully defend my win of the 2011 Lovin’ The Hills. As far as I was concerned, this was MY race, MY course, My day. I knew Grossman and Breeden might even be stronger runners than me, but I was willing to endure more pain, and hopefully wage a smarter race strategy war to earn a repeat victory. This year held the most stacked field in the races history. Racers like Russ Goodman, (repeat winner), Matt Hoyes, Mike Hermanson, (a friend and extraordinary talent in the Tri scene racing his first ultra), could all push the pace out there.

The night before the race I was more anxious than most other races I’ve run lately. I had a burning hunger to win, and I knew the competition was stellar. I knew that the pain would be immense and I was ready to push the limits. My friend Ricky George has a saying, “the hay is in the barn”. I had done all of my training. The work was done. I needed to go reap what I had been sewing in my training.

Soon enough, I found myself toeing the line, and everyone who was said to be racing showed up in force. A quick speech by Cynthia Heady to start the race and we were off in the chilly Kentucky snow splattered hills of Jefferson Memorial Forest.

Mike Hermanson , (in his pink valentines candy costume), took off like a rabbit, running with the racers who were signed up for the 15 mile option. Breeden had obviously learned his lesson and was becoming a serious contender as I had anticipated. He ran with Grossman, Matt Hoyes, and I. I knew with Breeden pacing himself well, this was going to be a race for the books. I was surprised at first to see Grossman behind me, not in front of me. I was running my own pace, and usually Grossman is in front of me. I didn’t like it. I wanted Grossman to start strong with me on his heels, never giving him a yard, and I wanted to run him down in the end. Ironically, In the opening miles, Grossman pondered aloud, “Has this race ever come to the final climb? Has it ever been a truly close battle?” Knowing the answer as I had already contemplated the same scenario I immediately replied with a smile, “If there was ever a year that this race comes down to the final climb, THIS is the year!” I soon looked back and saw another veteran I’ve looked up to, who I was expecting great things from, Russ Goodman. We had quite a talented lot pushing the pace up front.

Coming out of the first section, (the Horine), we caught my boy, Mike Hermanson who had been in the lead for the opening 5 miles, running strong even on the steep climbs in the Horine Section. The trail however, would only get hillier and more challenging as the race progressed and we had 33 miles to run.

I ripped off my jacket coming into aid station 1 and fumbled with my GPS watch. Typical mayhem ensued as no one wants to lose time while performing the necessary task of refueling for a few quick seconds as they grab water. I entered the trails quickly again, right behind Grossman, and chatted about the surprisingly good course conditions. Snow had been in the forecast, but we only got a light dusting, and the freezing temps kept the mud frozen which was a true blessing.

Mike Hermanson was back in the lead running with power and Scott Breeden, Eric, Matt Hoyes and I all ran most of the second stretch together. I had a chance to catch up on Matt’s past year and talked with Breeden a bit about Leadville. The pace settled slightly, and I was glad we had found a rhythm. That rhythm was obviously a recovery effort for Eric, because around mile 13ish, coming out of Yost climbing to the Yost Ridge connector trail and then running back down to the visitor center at mile 16, Eric had had enough of it, he lit out on a mission, passing Hoyes and Breeden and I. I quickly followed in pursuit and vowed to not give him an inch. True, my effort was higher than I would have liked, but I vowed to live like Eric and possibly die like Eric this race I just had to outlast him. I was going to be glued to him. I had faith in his ability to beat all others, and I knew we were very close in capacity to endure pain, etc. I had to stay with Eric, even if it meant starting a hard effort before I wanted to.

After quick pursuit and running side by side with Grossman I enlightened him to the fact we had come out of the first 6 miles 3 minutes faster than I did last year, and we had now just ran the second 9 miles 7 minutes faster than I had last year. I’m sure this didn’t mean squat to Eric, but to me it meant everything. I wanted badly to break 5 hours this year. It was the longest course in the race’s history, by miles, not just yards, and also the most challenging. Last year I won in 5 hours and 9 minutes and this year I wanted 5 hours flat even with some additions that added a few tenths of a mile over last year. Upon hearing the news that we were beating last year’s splits, Grossman informed me, “You’re in the big leagues now Shellhamer!” It was this kind of repartee that fueled us, or at least me. I really enjoy his dry wit and it is fun to be able to trash talk a little! Usually us trail runners are so mellow and chilled out I’m scared a little friendly bullying might come off the wrong way. Fortunately with Eric, you know he’s game to dish and receive a little friendly verbal assailing in good taste.

In the opening miles of the Siltstone, it was Grossman and Breeden and I, chasing down Hermanson. The three of us traded spots several times until Grossman decided to lead the attack. We caught Hermanson in his first Ultra attempt about a mile and a half into the Siltstone as Eric led a charge down a long decent on tight technical singletrack trail and I quickly followed suit. We passed Mike and exchanged greetings, and quickly began the long climb up after Bearcamp road. Breeden reclaimed his second place from me, as Eric and I had been in first and second spots, and those two led up to the Siltstone ridge. I let them lead the climb and set the pace as I was confident in my speed once reaching the long ridgeline. I didn’t want to expend so much energy on the long climb and lose speed on the ridge. Eric must have had the same plan, because even though he led us up the climb, he started to fly on the ridgeline of several miles. I passed Breeden once I noticed Eric gaining ground and I had confidence I could follow, especially on a trail I knew so well. I noticed this would be a theme throughout. Eric was doing EXACTLY what I would do in his situation. Eric wins because he is a trained machine, but also because he races smart.

About mile 21 or 22, Eric and I were shoulder to shoulder, running to the Aid station at Scott’s Gap. I was floored to see that we had just run a 55 minute Siltstone, a split good enough to maybe win the Siltstone half-marathon and we were holding that in a 33 mile slugfest. Breeden caught us going into Scott’s gap. My crew, Stephanie, looked thrilled to see us at the Aid Station ahead of schedule, and I yelled something to the effect of, “I’ve got to run it hard, when this old man is breathing down my neck!”…like I said, I enjoy the banter.

In coy disguise, Eric handed me some bait which I disregarded immediately, suggesting that upon Scott’s Gap, “The race starts here boys! Get in front Shellhamer, let’s see what you can do!” As mentioned previously, Eric was doing exactly what I would have done. Anyone who pushes a hard Scott’s Gap will be toast and easy game later on. MY game however, was to run a slow and conservative recovery effort through the challenging Scott’s Gap loop, and then start my race upon getting back on the Siltstone and run it home for the last 10 miles. I would have handed Eric the same bait. I knew that he was planning the same strategy because he didn’t pass me in Scott’s Gap, and I wasn’t setting any speed records there. We did, however, lose Breeden and his pacer, Beau, once and for all.

It’s always great getting back on the Siltstone for the run to the finish line, as you get to see the others heading out to Scott’s Gap. This year was particularly special for me in that I was leading the race with Grossman behind me ever since Scott’s Gap. I felt like I was crawling, but we nailed a one hour Siltstone back to the visitor center for a 1:55 Siltstone, (of course there was a 34 minute Scott’s Gap loop in the middle of the Siltstone). Regardless, 1:55 on the Siltstone is flying, and like Eric said, it was the big leagues.

If I was Eric and I thought I was stronger, I would have planted myself right behind me, Troy, until the final 2 mile climb. That’s exactly what he did. I think he respected me enough that he didn’t want to get in front and set a harder pace that would leave him tired for the final climb where I could attack and pass. Instead, he let me lead the race for the final 10 miles, and we decided upon a showdown on the last climb. That being said, I was maintaining the exact pace I wanted to. One thing I pride myself on is running the exact pace and race I want to, and although I know it sounds contradictory since earlier in the race I followed Eric in some early hard efforts, I knew it wouldn’t hurt my end objective, and in the end, it was me and Eric, just like I wanted it. I was hoping that the one hour return on Siltstone would have left Eric a little battered and shot, and I had confidence in my ability to finish strong. I always disregard pain and emotion and bury myself in the end.

We passed the Aid Station and I threw Stephanie my bottle to be unfettered by anything unnecessary. I think the workers knew this would quite the battle. Two miles, all uphill remained.

It had come true. The race had come down to the final climb. Eric came shoulder to shoulder with me at the start of it, and we shared a common statement about how bad this was going to hurt, knowing how much pain the other was willing to endure for victory.

Eric leapt out and commanded a lead, and I dug deep. I pushed with everything, but couldn’t close the gap. My friend, Jeremy Brown followed and watched it unfold. I was glad to have him out there. I gave it everything I had but couldn’t close that gap he opened in the first hundred yards of the climb. I was willing to do anything! I was willing to suffer immensely, but I couldn’t close the gap! I couldn’t make it hurt enough! I would have done anything! Why couldn’t I catch him?! I knew there a lapse in the climb near the middle. I hoped Eric would crack. I didn’t give up. Upon reaching the lake in the middle of the climb, I fought hard to gain ground, Eric was still where he was, I couldn’t push hard enough, I tried and tried, I would have done anything, endured any amount of pain, PUSH! PUSH! Why am not closing this GAP!? Why can’t I hurt more?!?!

I heard the cheers. Eric was crossing my finish in first. I finished ONE minute later. ONE MINUTE on a course of 33 miles. That’s ridiculous. I beat my goal my 13 minutes, and beat last year’s time by 22 minutes. The end result of the race is nearly astounding; I never imagined I was capable of running that course in 4 hours and 47 minutes. I didn’t crack. I ran strong throughout. I ran EXACTLY as I wanted to, and faulted not one iota. Eric was stronger, and waged a wise battle for the win. I finished strong, very strong, but Eric was amazing. To run an entire race within feet of another is rare, exceptionally rare. To be so close to such an accomplished, renowned runner in and of itself is good, but what is great, is when you know you ran literally the best race of your life, your best performance to date, which is what I did. I am proud.

Breeden came in third, with Matt Hoyes in fourth after passing Hermanson.

After the race, we all chatted about our day and our upcoming plans in the renovated house which is perched atop the lookout in the Horine Section, enjoying the best part of the day, which is eating all of Cynthia Heady’s marvelous soups and stews.

Coming up is the LBL 50 miler for me in three weeks, followed by the Umstead 100 miler three weeks later. A busy spring schedule full of fun times and great camaraderie.

Yesterday's Run-Jefferson Memorial Forest and the First Snow of Winter

With each step the rain fell heavier, the sky shaded grayer, and the wind cut deeper, stronger. My fingers didn’t hurt anymore; they were numb, as were my bare legs. The skin covering my quadriceps was rose colored from the sting of the icy droplets that pelted my exposed flesh each time I raised my leg to stride up the steep trail. The wind cut through my jacket. It wasn’t like I was naked though... It was as if I had no skin at all. The more-than-brisk blast would cut to my core, and push me along the trail. It coursed through me, in my lungs, pumped by my beating heart to my muscles. The wind went through me, in me, and around me. I was permeable; the rain and the environment in its entirty moved through me. It occupied the free atmosphere inbetween the atoms and molecules that together in unison make my being. My fluid corpse was like water tumbling down a swift mountain river or stream, controlled by greater forces, except gravity wasn't a factor. I moved up, and down, as the trail and fierce winter day moved me on my path through the forest.

In the begining of the run, when I could still feel the sting of the cold, It started like a war. I could find shelter from the incoming artillery, (which was the wind), when the trail would turn south, and the ridgeline protected me from the onslaught. Then I once again succumbed to my fate, succumbed to the worsening conditions and just ran. I let the fury of the weather around me fuel me. I felt nothing, I expended no energy. When I was on a slope protected from the wind, I noticed the leaves in their stillness, unaffected by the wind, silent and still. Yet somehow I was still propelled forward. The wind abated yet I continued as the front had culminated in still cooler temps which yielded snow from the rain which was my original running companion. The snow fell around me, and I became a flake, blowing down the trail horizontally.

Running in the heat of summer, one word comes to mind; oppresed. The freezing temps however cut to the innermost core of my being, and I felt free,, one with the world in which I was living in immediately. I was lighter and surpassed my organic being. Even my feet felt light. The thick and wide spaced lugs on my shoes bit the ground with precision. Each step gripping, but not clunky.

I needed no fuel, I needed no fluid. As I moved through the forest, I mentally recollected the surroundings in which I began my run that morning. It was in the 40's. It was raining. I was wet. The forest floor was brown and covered in leaves of maple. Hours later, it was in the 20's and the forest floor had changed before my eyes. From originally looking as if it had taken a slight dousing of powdered sugar, to being covered in the afternoon by over an inch of freshly fallen snow, it had transformed before my eyes. My jacket had dried out too. The heat from my body was never noticed by my conscious senses, yet it must have existed, because my jacket was dry.

Time was ephemoral and non-existant in the same time. I lived in the moment as the world around me changed drastically. It could have been 1 second or 100 years. Eventually I reached my car and my senses returned. I peeled off my wet and muddy shoes and socks, and turned on the heat as I drove home, mind renewed, spirit cleansed, and refreshed.

Troy Shellhamer 1/12/12

Hangover Classic 10 Miler, and a new summer race.

I had been excited to race in the Hangover Classic for quite a few weeks prior to the race. Over the fall, I had done more road work than usual in recovering from my broken toe.

The morning came in with a cold slap in the face, with a wind coming in from the west that felt like an icy shotgun blast. It seemed as though 70% of the race was in the headwind, although I am sure it was closer to only half of the race.

My goal was to run faster than 1 hour 02 minutes. At the halfway point, I noticed I was at 31 mintues exactly. I wondered if I could hold pace even with the advanced energy expenditure required during the opening half. I kept digging harder and harder, and pushed the pace faster with each mile, thereby enduring more pain with each mile. The runners around me were strong. I managed to drop a few and gain some placement, but other runners who had paced themselves well also showed up, for new company.

My face contored, and my lungs screamed the last two miles. When I felt I couldn't push more, I did.

I managed to cross the line in exactly one hour and I was thrilled. The exact distance was 10.1 miles.

It's always a fun event, filled with friends and great comaraderie.


SUMMER RACING 


551 miles of racing. 14 Days.

It's official; On June 30, I will be partaking in the first Tour De Virginia.
It is a 14 day stage race, covering the entire Virginia section of Appalachian Trail.

There is an 8 mile prologue stage as well, which brings the total to 559 miles overall.

I am excited for this challenge, as the distance is something I have never encountered/attempted before. It would definitely be advantageous to a runner with advanced age, maybe 40 years old, as the likelihood for injury would be lessened. However I have been wise in training, and the base work required to attempt this feat is just what I should be doing in summer.

For many reasons I couldn't pin down my summer race, and when the opportunity presented itself to do this race, I knew I had to make it happen.

It is going to be incredible to run with runners I look up to, who are at the pinnacle of our sport, for 2 weeks on a trail I thru-hiked 6 years ago.   

Lookout Mountain 50 Miler Race Report

Sorry, haven't proofread yet, but wanted to get my race report out ASAP!

Lookout Mountain 50 Miler Race Report

Troy Shellhamer

December 19, 2011

In the past, I’ve described the start of the Lookout Mountain 50 Miler as follows; “The Lookout Mountain 50 Miler has a brutally fast start. People always fly out of the gate like it’s a 5K, not a 50 miler, and you’re left sucking frozen wind, as your eyes tear up from the sting of the cold December air up on Lookout Mountain. You do everything you can to not get dropped before everyone else crashes from their ambitious early efforts, and then the real race begins.”  This year was different though, everything was different. One difference for instance, was that I had many friends from Louisville come down to run in the race this year; Jeremy Brown, Rhonda Curry, Jeff Miller, Daniel Delph, and Marcus McElwain. I’ve also gotten to know a lot of the other racers over the last few years, so it continuously gets more and more enjoyable every year to go down to the beautiful mountains surrounding the town of Chattanooga, TN, and catch up on everyone’s past year and make new friends as well while running one of the most pretty 50 miler courses anywhere.

So…back to the differences. This year, after lining up at the start line with hundreds of others, I expected I would once again be chasing others down trying to not let a large gap form as they start the race at speeds which are not maintainable for the duration of the race. During those circumstances, it’s like a tightrope walk, in which you must balance how much energy you’re willing to blow early on in the race, versus how big of a lead you’re willing to let your competition gain, even though you know from research what speeds will most likely win the race, and you can guess they’ll probably crack from their eager efforts. It’s a game of discipline. So I was surprised at the command to “GO!” that I found myself out in front, leading the stampeding heard of runners down Lookout Mountain Highway, before we entered the singletrack trail. (There are a few minutes at the start of the race which are on road to thin the heard before we enter the trail where we’re forced to form a single line…this is also what causes the warp speeds, as we’re all jockeying for position to not get stuck behind slower runners who would maybe be challenging to get around once you’re on the trails…) So, needless to say, I started fast since I was leading the pack to the trailhead, but I was going at MY speed, my pace, as I am a firm believer that in an ultra the only tactic to facilitate success is running your own race from start to finish, although you do have to make accommodations based on your competition…It’s a juggling act.

After the road stretch had thinned us out a bit over the first several minutes of racing, it was time to enter the trail. Johnny Clemons jumped in front of me, so I entered the trail in second place. He took off like a shot, and was soon gone, but I stuck to my guns and let him go, as I knew I was maintaining my fastest maintainable speed. Brian Pickett was immediately behind me, and we had the chance to chat over several miles as we raced to the first aid station at Cravens House, the oldest structure on Lookout Mountain and a piece of civil war history.

The Cravens House aid station is at mile 8, and the top 5 or so of us, all came barreling in exactly one hour, basically shoulder to shoulder, with the exception of Johnny Clemons, who we about to reel in momentarily. A quick bottle change at the aid station and I was back on the trail, without slowing to even a walk really for even a moment.

I was running now with Brian Pickett still, whom I met at the Iron Mountain race back in September, and also with Nick Lewis from Memphis, and I was enjoying good chatter with Nick about the west coast as he lived for a stint in Ashland Oregon and he was knowledgeable on the Tahoe Rim Trail, which was good brain candy to talk about while racing.

Around mile 9 or 10; Nick, Brian, and I caught up to Johnny Clemons who had been running in 1^st since entering the trail around mile 1. We exchanged placement for a few miles, and I took the lead for a few seconds, before falling back again upon reaching the 2^nd aid station at Reflection Riding Aboretum.

Just before reaching the 2^nd aid station at mile 15, the trail runs next to a river, which had flooded over the trail plane, and therefore the trail was completely under water, we had to wade through the mud and muck and nastiness for some adventure. I slipped and fell in the mud, and managed to completely submerge my arm with water bottle attached into a sucking mud hole.  Kris Whorton, one of the race directors was at the aid station, and she had some water which I used to clean off my muddy water bottle, and in turn, I fell back to 4^th place, as Nick, Brian, and Johnny were now the top three, and I was in 4^th.

My plan was take it easy after reaching the Reflection Riding aid station, as immediately following that aid station is the biggest climb on the course. I decided my tactic would be to let them duke it out on the climb, as it was too early in the race in my opinion to start “burning matches”, or use vital energy reserves. I took it slow and easy, yet by the top of the climb, we were all shoulder to shoulder once again. When all 4 of us reached the top of the climb, we all bumbled around a bit trying to find where the course went. I had run the course before, and knew that the course went one way, but upon seeing the others turn left I was confused for a sec before gaining my bearings and going the right. We all corrected our mistake soon enough, and Nick Lewis and I came running into the Covenant College aid station at mile 22.5 in first and second place. I grabbed a quick bottle from Stephanie, as took off, but Johnny Clemons quickly jumped in front of me. Nick was soon with us, and the three of us ran for several miles together discussing pacing strategies as I believe we all wanted to set a new course record. We all shared the lead for a bit, and ran well together. It was shaping up to be one of the most social races I’ve ever run. Usually by the halfway point in a race, 1^st through 3^rd aren’t all still running together, sharing the lead. It was a blast and I honestly thought the race was still open to any one of us at that point.

We reached the Lula Lake aid station at mile 28 in high spirits, and began the other big climb on the course. At the start of the climb, I jumped off the trail to “take care of some business”, and although my little pit stop only took one minute, Johnny and Nick were gone, and I began to question the timing of my choice. I reached the top of the climb and started to hit my “mental low point” for the race. I let nick and Johnny escape on the super technical climb, and I knew they were both very strong. Nick had taken the lead for a bit before we hit Lula Lake previously so I was wondering if he had just been biding his time waiting for an attack around mile 30 which would have been a smart move.

After a long and lonely stretch, where my attitude was growing a bit negative, I finally reached the Long Branch aid station at mile 34. The trail in between miles 28 and 34 was pretty terrible, due to a tornado that had ripped through earlier this year. For several miles I found myself bobbing and weaving through the trees which had been chainsawed for us. Don’t get me wrong, they had done a ton of work to the trail, and made it as runable as possible, but after running through a very muddy first half of the race, I wanted to find smooth trails to get the pace back up on par with a course record, but with infinite river crossings, muddy trails abound, and bobbing and weaving around the trees on the new  stretch of trail in between Lula Lake at mi 28 and Long Branch at mile 34.

When I reached the road which headed up to Long Branch, I saw Nick’s orange shirt, and was glad that he hadn’t escaped too far.

Just like last year, I planned on taking it easy around the 4 mile loop which runners must face before trudging, running, walking, racing or whatever back to the finish line at Covenant College. The 4 mile loop at Long Branch is demoralizing and if you try to attack there, you won’t have much gas left for a strong finish, and those last 12 miles are paramount. Upon completing that 4 mile loop last year, I caught Josh Wheeler and ran those last 12 miles in for my first ultra overall win. This year, upon completing the loop, I started finally feeling good again, and I caught Nick Lewis with 12 miles to go. I knew I felt strong and would be able to run a good final 12 after a strong start and a mid race crash, I was back for a fast finish, but I knew that Johnny was now about 10 minutes ahead.

It was great running back to the start/finish line at Covenant College because the other runners are heading out to Long Branch, so you get to cheer on one another. Everyone kept giving me splits up to Johnny, and it seemed like although I was destroying myself and running a very strong pace, I wasn’t gaining an inch on Johnny.

I could only keep telling myself to keep chasing on the offensive instead of running on the defensive trying to hold my second place. I hoped that by trying to continuously attack in those last 12, I would maybe open up a larger gap back to third, and at least secure my second place finish…It’s a little head game I play…Sometimes if someone is just running to hold their placement, they might start walking climbs, and I wanted to make sure I was attacking the whole time to hopefully catch Johnny.

My efforts were futile. We kept even splits, and he finished 9 minutes ahead of me, but I managed to secure my 2^nd place overall finish, with a time of 7 hours 32 minutes, which was 10 minutes faster than last year, on a course which was much harder. Nick came in third about 10 minutes behind me, so my strategy did work at least, I was able to put a larger gap back to third in the last 12 miles which I wanted. David Worth came in 4th and Brian Pickett rounded out 5th. It was talking and catching up with those guys!

Overall the race was a good one, and very different from previous years. I had a good week leading up the race, and even the day before the race was stress free and chill.

The highlight of my race was however, hanging out for several hours and cheering on my friends who all finished. I can’t describe how awesome it was to see Jeremy finish after dealing with some annoying back issues that have almost literally been a monkey on his back not allowing starting a previous ultra. He came in at 9:46 which was great. Marcus, Daniel, Rhonda, and Jeff all did great too and finshed with smiles. I was so glad that after personally witnessing the amount of work the Rhonda and Jeremy put in that the finished with smiles even on a tough course. What a great Christmas present! I think we have a new Christmas Tradition. We all went to a micro brew for dinner and celebrated our big accomplishments!

     

The Art of Recovery

Good training, as much as I want it to be PURE science, an objective science, is just as much ART and SUBJECTIVE. We athletes must learn to feel the difference between overtraining and overreaching.

The first few weeks after an ultra distance race are always a bit of training "crap shoot", whether it's an ultramarathon or triathlon. You never quite know what is going to happen, and you really need to listen to your body as opposed to following a training plan, unless that plan is for forced rest. Rest is always the best option! Here's a break down of my training during the first few weeks after the UROC 100K, and a good example of how one gets faster, by listening to one's body, and not digging themselves into a hole! Good training is about over-reaching a TINY bit and recovering, not constantly pounding out exhausted miles, and never recovering. We only get faster and stronger during recovery, and it takes a lot of experience to FEEL the difference between overreaching compared to over training. (Overreaching can be recovered from in only a few days, and is an amazing training tool, overTRAINING however, is the atheletes arch nemisis, and takes longer to recover from, and strength/speed gain is almost a null point, due to the amount of recovery it takes to recover from overtraining.)

I started the week after UROC with some time off from running. After a race such as UROC, which was an "A" race for the year, my legs were a bit trashed. My quads were definitely the most sore muscle group in my body, and I could feel soreness in them for at least 6 days post race. I ran a few miles on Wednesday, and hiked 14 hilly miles on Thursday, followed by 5 easy road miles. Friday was my first "real" run at a normal pace and it was definitely not fast, but it wasn't supposed to be and I didn't feel much resdiual soreness, and there were no odd aches, twinges, or joint issues.

My next big race is the Pinhoti 100 on November 5th. It is a point to point race along mostly all singletrack trail with over 16,000 elevation gain. My plan to knock off several hours from last years time was to not only focus on hill work, but to add speed workouts and mile repeats on a track once per week.

Saturday was my first track workout and it went well. I ran after work and the duration of the workout was less than an hour, to keep it simple and easy since I was still only a week after UROC. Sunday I was shocked how good I felt while running out at Jefferson Memorial Forest, which is pure climbing and technical singeltrack. My speeds and energy levels were as high as ever. I focused on good nutrition during this run, and felt like I could have gone 6 hours! Things were looking good. My weekly mileage was at 80. That amount of miles for me is absolutely absurd for a post race week, and I assume it is responsible for my good decision to take unplanned time off for recovery since I felt totally lame last week, following my big post race week.

So week 2 post race I was supposed to do my speed workout on Wednesday and I did, but probably in retrospect over did it. My speed work on Saturday was only 3 miles in the form of 800 meter sprints x 6, (3 miles at slightly faster than 5K pace), and then on Wednesday, my speed work was on hilly terrain, and was 800 meters x 3, followed by a one mile run at a 5:25 miles, and then another 800x3 and 1600 meter run at a 5:20 minute per mile pace.

I woke up Thursday, after my 5 mile speed workout from the previous night, feeling knots in my calves and tightness. My body is definitely not used to doing 5 miles at a sub 6 minute pace. Nonetheless, I knew that since my planned run for the day was not based on speed, but long slow distance I would be OK, so I headed out for 14 miles on trails followed by 6 on the road. My run was on a course I run frequently, and my times were much slower than normal at the given rate of preceived exertion, I was working hard, and getting little in return to sum it up. I knew I had to cancel my planned workout for Friday.

Friday's workout was a serious hill climbing workout, about 2 hours of brutal hill climbing at an "all out" intensity at Jefferson Memorial Forest. It is easy to hear the little devil on your shoulder saying that skipping your biggest workout of the week is the last thing to do, but seriously, unless your running that hard workout in top form, YOU ARE ONLY DIGGIN YOURSELF INTO A HOLE YOU WON'T RECOVER FROM! I knew if I went out to Jef and tried to hammer out a serious workout which was supposed to match my PR over the 13.5 mile hill climbing extravaganza I would get slaughtered, and have a workout much below sun-par. It was time to recover. I took an easy swim on Friday morning instead and went for a run with Kara, and honestly, didn't even run faster than an 11 minute mile! I made the RIGHT decision.

Still, learning to have faith in your training and skip a workout that is supposed to be your biggest workout of the week is hard to do, but doing that workout only digs you into overtraining as opposed to overreaching which you recover and get stronger from. I skipped Sunday's 30 mile run at Jefferson as well, and began my recovery week an entire week early...

UROC 100K Report

My right leg screamed in angst and pain. I put my hands on the cold, wet, grey stones I had just slipped on to throw myself back in an upright position to begin running again, trying to not lose even a second from my sloppy footwork. It wasn't even mile 3 in the Ultra Race of Champions 100K and I had just suffered a blow to my right Quadriceps that felt as though it had not only injured the muscle but went through to the femur itself. The terrain in the opening was brutal, a mix of wet rocks covering the trail, and steep grades which relentlessly destroyed the body with awesome climbs and grueling descents. It was a an accurate glimpse of what was in store for us the duration of our day, running 62.5 miles though the Blue Ridge Mountains.



I was in the right place mentally from the word GO! This race was about a strong finish and perfect pacing. Approximately 12,500’ of climbing awaited all of us on the course, and I couldn’t get caught up in trying to run someone else’s race. With the most competitive field in any race I have ever run, and with one of the most stacked fields in any Ultra ever, I knew I couldn’t destroy myself in the opening by trying to hang with runners who were battling in the opening miles, only to find themselves empty at the finish where it really matters. My strategy was confirmed as a wise one when I found myself running next to the highly respectable Brit, Ian Sharman, a phenomenal runner who ran the fastest 100 miler ever on American soil this year, 12 hours and 44 minutes at the Rocky Raccoon 100. I was thrilled to be chatting with the friendly Sharman as we approached the Summit of Wintergreen Mountain near mile 5.5.



After mile 5.5 I soon myself alone already which pleased me. In hopes of truly running my own pace, I was pleased to have the trail to myself, as I pounded the downhill miles to only meet more climbing before the next aid station. I was surprised at the amount of pain my quadriceps were in this early in the race, but honestly, I still felt better than any race in this year maybe, and I knew I had mental strength this race, and I was well rested and in peak form. I knew this because my heart rate was high relative to my perceived energy expenditure.



As the day progressed I maintained speed though the aid stations, which were all well stocked by Clif, manufacturer of high-end performance nutrition products. Fortunately, due to my great crew, consisting of Stephanie and Kara, I never actually had to stop running as they had my bottles ready to go for quick hand-offs at the aid stations, so I wouldn’t lose any time at aid. We were so fast at aid, I couldn’t even tell them about exciting things on the course, like my muscle stabbing fall early on, or about running with Ian Sharman up to Wintergreen Summit.  



At mile 18, near Sherando Lake, I managed to reel in and catch Dave James, winner of the 100 mile trail USATF championships this year. Chatting with the affable James, while navigating the singletrack around Sherando Lake was a highlight of the day for sure. I came out ahead of James and began the climb up Bald Mountain. I later heard that many runners dropped after the long technical climb up the rocky Bald Mountain trail, but I didn’t think it was that bad. I’m not sure if it was because they went out too quickly, or what, but I felt pretty good and had a good climb up Bald Mountain. Halfway up the climb, I caught Jeremy Pade and let him lead me up the climb a bit.I was glad to have the chance to chat for a moment with Jeremy as he is signed up for Pinothi this year, which is a 100 miler in Alabama in November. I was surprised to say the least when Jeremy and I both passed Michael Owen, one of the younger runners at UROC, who placed 3^rd at the USATF 100 Mile National Trail Championships this year at Burning River. Michael is one of the guys I think are going to make the future of our sport. He’s crazy fast, and insanely good for how young he is. A guy like Michael who is so gifted physiologically to run fast road stuff who does ultras is going to be setting course records and raising the bar for the next 20 years. After Jeremy and I passed Michael, I then passed Jeremy and also another runner, Chris Reed.



After Bald Mountain was a long lonely stretch of pavement, and I didn’t see another runner for over thirty minutes, maybe even an hour, I don’t know. I began to grow worried I was off course and missed a turn, but I knew I was still seeing course markings and I knew I studied the map and I had to be on course, but I kept waiting for the aid station and it never arrived. What I didn’t realize was that the “aid” station at Spy Gap, mile 29.3 wasn’t a full aid station so I ran right by it expecting to reach the real aid later. The longer I ran, and looked at the mileage on my Garmin, I thought I had missed a turn and had screwed myself. The Blue Ridge Parkway and Spy Run Gap road went blanketed in fog and a strong breeze and the scene was ominous, but suddenly out of the fog, came a vision of figures and I heard clapping. I realized I was still on course and my world became right again.



I entered the out and back section and was glad to back on singletrack for a break from the pavement. I saw Dave Mackey walking and wondered if he was about to drop. Dave just set a new course record at the Waldo 100K last month, and has too many wins and national championships to even list. The benefit of an out and back stretch on the course is that I could definitively see my competition, and see their order and their spirits, etc. Soon after Dave Mackey, I saw Michael Wardian flying, and Geoff Roes looking downright spritely and fresh.



Upon reaching the Whetstone Aid Station again after the out and back, I changed my shoes as planned, which took less than 30 seconds, but I figured would pay large benefits on the road. It was mile 42 approximately at the Whetstone Aid, and the remainder of course was mostly pavement minus a very technical stretch of 5 miles of treacherous downhill singetrack on wet rock and muddy trail. I knew it was the right decision to switch shoes as soon as I stepped on pavement after 42 miles of running and was able to put in a strong pace even on the climbs. My cadence felt quick and light, but upon entering the Bald Mountain area again for the nasty trails, I had to pay my price.



I managed to gain placement as the race progressed all day. After Whetstone#2 following the out and back, I held 8^th for a long time, and Chris Reed was in ninth. I was fast on the pavement and gained time on Grossman in 7^th, but because I wanted faster road shoes, I sacrificed a lot of time during miles 48.5 to 53.5 as I pussyfooted down the Bald Mountain stretch with its steep grades and mud and rocks. I hit the aid station at mile 53.5 and Chris Reed had closed 10 minutes on me! As soon as I ran towards the station to grab my bottle which Kara and Stephanie tossed, I heard the cheers as Reed caught me!




Luckily, the rest was pavement, and I had already paid the piper and I could speed up now that I was back on roads for good. I didn’t even look back. Reed stayed behind, and I knew I had a slight advantage on the climbs. There was only 10 miles left, and I was empowered to hear that even as I crawled though the technical terrain in my road shoes, I still closed the gap on Grossman down to 4 minutes or so, and there was only 10 miles left.



The next 5 miles went by slowly as I was focused on not letting Reed catch me. I try to not race “behind me”, but I did NOT want to lose placement. I tried to focus on running my own race, and I did NOT look behind me even once to see where Reed was.



I entered the Aid at Reed’s Gap with only just over 4 miles left, and knew I had juice for a strong finish. I glanced back to see Reed entering the Aid Station, but I bolted without slowing. It was one mile downhill and then the finish was a climb over 3 miles to the finish. I held 10 miles per hour on the downhill to escape Reed and couldn’t see him at all, and then focused on attacking Grossman. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there.



Halfway up the climb, with nothing left in my body I dug deep as I had been the whole last climb and destroyed myself. I saw Grossman, running and looking strong, and attacked and rested and attacked and rested. I would go his speed and then attack faster to close the gap, and then recover by going his speed. It was foggy and misty and epic to the core. I knew Grossman couldn’t see me, or didn’t see me, but then a car containing some of the elites who had dropped and were on the climb to check out the finish alerted Grossman, and then cheered me on too! I dug deep for my final attack and passed Grossman with a huge smile. I have known Grossman for many years, as he created my hometown ultra during the years he lived in Louisville. I raced against him at the Iron Mountain 50, my tuner race for UROC. He won that race setting a new course record, which he was also the founder of, and I got 2^nd. I wanted to send a signal I was feeling better than I was, so I yelled encouragement at him, and he yelled something at my to the effect of, “You are CRAZY!” and I took off. I was on fire; I just passed Grossman with less than a mile, taking 7^th. He said something, which I didn’t hear, and then maybe something else. I wish I knew what it was, but I soon learned that there was another runner right in front of me! I couldn’t believe how close this race was! I attacked and rested, but after destroying myself to catch this next runner, I couldn’t make the pass. He held sixth at the summit of the climb and I gave up the chase as I choked, literally from exasperation. There was about a hundred or 2 hundred yards of downhill to the finish and I came in a minute or so behind JB, and I took 7^th overall. I was ecstatic with the finish, as epic as ever, with so much fog and mist, it was just theatrical. My crew wasn’t even expecting me so early!



During my interview the night before the race with Andy, ( an interview I almost didn’t do because I so overwhelmed by being in such great company upon arriving, seeing my name on a plaque with the other true “elites” etcetera), I told him I wanted a top 10, but I didn’t think it was possible. I got 7^th and was jovial. I stuck to my game plan, and ran my own race, trying to not get swept away in a fast start which ending up forcing out many of the elites. My nutrition was good and my crew incredible.



I was proud of my pacing, and it left me with yet again a drive to grow faster and smarter and push the limits even further. Everyone was so friendly and what a great chance to finally meet all the runners I’ve been admiring from afar for so long. I couldn’t sleep much after the race, as I thought about my next race and what I can improve upon to gain speed and efficiency and finish in the fastest I am possible of.




     



    

   

Some after notes…

Here’s a link to some vids…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiibxlvivmk&feature=player_embedded

I’m at minute 4 on this one….

I’m at minute 9 here, for the interview…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ir-WOuWX1Ec#!

PICS TO COME…

Iron Mountain 50 Race Report

Damascus, Virginia will always hold a special place in my heart and mind. As a quintessential trail town on the Appalachian, it embodies the spirit of the trail I hiked in 2005. I spent time Damascus during my AT thru-hike, a period of my life when I walked from Georgia to Maine on a life-changing personal odysey of growth and cartharsis.

The mountains surrounding Damascus are beautiful as well, I have always wanted to come back and do a trail race. Ironically enough, this summer while attempting to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail which I had planned ever since doing the AT in '05, I decided to come home early for many reasons, one of which was to get my race season underway. While searching for possible races to break my legs back in to racing, (I had a pretty stacked race schedule through April and was using the PCT thru-hike as several months of "Base Training"), I rememebered that the Iron Mountain 50 was the first weekend in September and I knew I wanted to do it.

I got home from Oregon in early-mid August, and began the training which would hopefully get my legs used to moving faster than the 3 mph I had been walking the previous 4 months. I had less than 4 weeks to adequately train for the Iron Mountain 50, but I had a great aerobic base from hiking 18-36 miles per day on the PCT at elevations from 6000' to 14,000'! After being home for two or three weeks, I managed to set a personal record on my stomping ground at Jefferson Memorial Forest on the Siltstone Trail. The Siltstone's a 13.5 mile out and back with steep climbing and technical terrain. I knew I was as ready as I could be for the race given the circumstances.

During the weeks preceding the Iron Mountain 50, I was also given a great opportunity to run in the Ultra Race of Champions 100K. (Thats 62 miles for you non-runners!) By being entered into the UROC 100K it automatically became my "A" race, and it is only 3 weeks exactly after the Iron Mountain 50. This meant I would be training through the week prior to Iron Mountain and I wouldn't be at 100% theoretically for Iron Mountain, but as close to it as possible. As excited as I was about Iron Mountain, to run with the greatest ultra runners in the world at UROC obviously trumped my race card as the priority. I took off and rested  Monday and Tuesday and ran 20 miles on Wednesday and Thursday before the race and then an easy 3 on Friday before Iron Mt to allow for recovery. -Definitely not ideal before a race but it was required for the end-objective which is placing as highly as possible in UROC.

All that rambling aside, I came to Iron Mountain to win. I was not going to be holding back anything, and I was hungry. After last season my confidence was up and I was going to fight for it. Up until about a week before the race, I had studied my competition and thought the likelihood of winning was seriously possible. This was before Shaun Pope and Eric Grossman signed up! I looked at the entrant list about a week before the race, and noticed these two late entries and got very excited to have the chance to race against them. True, it meant my chances of winning were greatly reduced, but who cares, placement is only relative to who shows up, and I wanted to race against someone of Grossmans and Popes caliber prior to UROC later this month. Grossman has long been sponsored by Montrail, a trail running shoe brand, and Shaun Pope set the course record at Iron Mt last year. Grossman has won over 30 Ultramarathons from 50K's to 100 milers, and has podiumed in many more. These guys are amazing athletes. Runners like Pope are the future of the sport, young and fast with the potential to throw down seriously fast road marathons, they are raising the bar in Ultras.

I showed up race morning and coincidentally, Eric Grossman was parked right next to me. I knew him immediately as the founder of my hometown ultra here in Louisville, the Lovin' the Hills 50K. He, of course, had no idea who I was, just like everyone else there.

As I prepared to race I joked with Stephanie that my secret weapon was foiled! Grossman showed up bearded as I was, and that it would be a true battle! (I hoped at least, against someone of Grossman's caliber!)

My plan for the race was to let Shaun Pope fly out of the gait. I assumed he would start a bit faster than Grossman and I. I knew I would have to push the limit the first few miles, maybe the first 10 or so,  just to stay up front in the opening miles, and gain positioning for later in the race, and stake a claim as a contender. I used to start slow, but to truely be competitive I find I have to go a bit faster than I would like in the opening miles, and use the middle of the race to settle into a groove, and then hopefully pick up speed at the end when the "real race begins" during the last 30% of a race. I wanted to stay with Grossman as he is someone who paces himself very well, and doesn't lose any speed. I was hoping to stay behind him the first 25 miles to conserve energy and if I had it in me, I would try to make a move in the second half of the race.

My legs felt like concrete. It was mile 4 and we hadn't begun climbing much yet. Pope was out front as planned and I was a few feet behind Grossman letting him set the pace. I wondered if I had it in me today. I have learned though, to be confident and not let the self-doubt rule your thoughts in the opener of a race of such great distance. It doesn't matter where you are in the begining, just the end. I found the balance between running another's race and my own. I ran "their" pace for the first 8 or nine 9 miles, and then backed off, letting them attack the first climb. It came time to run in my own world, in my own race. Surely enough, my faith in running my own race panned out to put me in second place behind Grossman. Somewhere near mile 10, I saw Shaun Pope slowing greatly on a climb. He had gone out hard, and was struggling now.

As I passed him, I asked him about his experience at the Western States 100, the pinultimate Ultra in the country. I hope to run it next year, but it is unlikely to get in as it is solely a lottery system to gain entry. Shaun was very nice, and it is great to race with such amazing talent. At only 22 years of age, guys like Shaun are going to be setting course records for decades to come. I didn't see Shaun again after that climb, and I don't know what mile he dropped at.

Around mile 16, at the Aid Station, Stephanie told me my placement was currently second, and I was concerned because I knew there should have been another runner in between Eric and I, apparently I later passed this anonymous runner as he was relieving himself in the woods!

At mile 22, I prepared for a long descent, nearly 7 miles all downhill, preceeding a large 3 mile climb to regain all of the elevation gain. I was running shirtless now, to aid in cooling, as my shirt was soaked with sweat and I was extremely hot. The air was so humid, that wearing a shirt wasn't allowing my body to cool through the process of evaporative heat loss, so my choice to run shirtless was a wise one. It felt much better and I was cooler by doing so. My hat was soaked and I can't recall ever sweating so much in any race, including Ironman Louisville last year when the temps were in the upper 90's. The humididty on the Iron Mt trail for race day was gnarly!

Near mile 25 I checked my watch. I read that I was 3 hours and 40 minutes into the race. One of my goals for this race was to run in under 7:42. That was the time I ran Lookout Mountain last December, which has 1500' less climbing and the singletrack is smoother and less rocky. Being able to run a faster than at Lookout would be a great accomplishment and I wanted to succeed in that goal. It was looking possible, but I knew the day would only grow hotter, and my race nutrition was running low.

I only brought 5 energy gels and 2 powerbars with me to the race, which is much less than I usually eat during a race. I managed to balance this out though, and although it may have affected my energy levels a little, I wanted to do a little experimenting for UROC later this months. I had enough sports drink, (EFS), to get through almost all of the race, only running out at the end, when I supplemented with the sports drink that the race provided at the aid stations.

I started to crash pretty hard inbetween miles 30 and 42. My heart rate would stay up, and my energy and enthusiasm were falling as well. I had been holding second place for many hours, and hadn't seen another runner in the same amount of time. I had to force myself to still attack all the climbs and not walk anything. I had no idea where third place was, and I was still hoping to catch Grossman although I knew it was pretty much impossible. I at least wanted to lose to Grossman by the smallest possible margin. I have enough respect for him to know how smart of a racer he is, and I knew catching him was pretty unrealistic, however, I never want to race "Behind me", trying to hold position. I always want to be on the prowl, trying to gain placement as opposed to hanging on for dear life just trying to not lose placement. I want to race, "in front of me", trying to close gaps, even if it isnt' realistic. Make sense?

As the temps rose, I would manage the body wanting to overheat on the hard climbs. I did this by slowing and listening to my body. I didn't want to crack and I wanted a strong finish. I could NOT allow myself to overheat. I drank a ton of electrolyte replacement drinks at the aid stops and my sports drink of choice also has a phenom level of electrolytes. I was really proud of my ability to manage the heat by altering my pace during the hottest stretches to allow for a strong finish. Once you have cracked in the heat and become dehydryhated, returning to a normal state is NOT easy and usually can't occur without stopping completely.

I came alive again from my death march about mile 42. I had run out of nutrition, but some cool water to the head, and a small handfull of gummi bears and a shot of 5 hour energy gave me a jolt. I began to fly again. I became fired up as I realized that if I had an incredible last few miles, I could hit my goal of a sub- 7:42 finish which was my Lookout Mt 50 time, but this time on a much hillier and rockier course. I ran 6:29 at the LBL 50 this year, but that is on smooth trail and has exactly of the elevation gain at only 4000', a great course and a great race nonetheless.

In my favor, the majority of the last few miles are all downhill. I often looked to my garmin and saw speeds of 9 or 10 mph. I knew it would be close to break my 7:42, but I was running "in front of me", and I was totally secure in my ability to hold second place. I passed some folks finishing the 30 mile course and enchanged encouragement, hoping they wouldn't think me psycho for blowing by on the rocky downhill trail, but I was on a mission. It began to rain for the first time of the day, but I was now in town and knew the course would foster speeds of 9-10mph, and I had about one mile and I was currently at a time of 7:30.

I crossed the line in 7:38, running 4 or 5 mins faster than my goal. I couldn't have been happier with the results of the day. I ran the best race I could have ran given the day, and I reached my goals. Stephanie and I had the fastest aid handoffs I've ever had, not stopping or sitting once, I would literally run by her, grabbing a prefilled bottle, shaving off time. I managed the unbearable heat well for me, and I paced myself well. I wasn't as sore as usual and I was in good positioning training wise for UROC in only 3 weeks. It was a succesful day, and I ran MY OWN race! It was a blast.  

I hung around the gazebo at the finish for about an hour chatting with the other finishers and congratulating them. Everyone at these races is always so nice and I see them all as family. We're all out here doing what we love with the help of the awesome race directors and volunteers. We had some good food at the finish and then I topped it off with a double scooped waffle cone on the ride back to hotel. I ate a great dinner at Harvest Table, a restaurant outside of Abingdon Va which uses locally sourced foods, on a gourmet scale, and for the first time ever, I felt so great after the race, I even enjoyed a beer with dinner.

A great weekend to get away and just relax, enjoying great company and beautiful trails...

       

Race Wear and Nutrition

Shorts- Pearl Izumi Infinity Compression

Shoes- Montrail Mountain Masochist

Shirt- Quest Outdoors Patagonia Cap 1 s/s

Socks- Injinji micro-mini orig weight

Bottle- Nathan Quick Draw Elite

Visor- Headsweats

Watch- Garmin 305

Gels etc-Clif Gels, and Clif Blocks, (1 pkg blocks, and 5 gels_

Bars- 2 powerbars

Hydration- Camelback elixer tabs and EFS

  

A special thanks to Stephanie for crewing~! We really have a great system down and it's awesome to see the progress in the speed of bottle handoffs, etc! thanks for all your hard work! She's really an awesome talent, printing out aid station maps and dealing with all the logistics!