Sometimes tomorrow is better than today and sometimes your best on a certain day may not be enough. Two weeks ago I had the painful experience of my first DNF, or did not finish, and today if I close my eyes I can still see the race official write "DNF" next to my name. The following few days I tried hard to pinpoint why the wheels fell off so hard and quick, and why I couldn't shake early fatigue. Fortunately I have a short memory and try to live by a "no excuse" attitude and I am looking forward to the next event. But even with a disappointing finish the West Virginia Trilogy was a uniquely nice event. Here's the recap on half the race.
Kelly and I started our trek at noon on Friday to make the five hour drive to head to the beautiful mountains of Circleville, WV. Once we made our way through northern VA, I am still not sure how people make the commute through that area, our drive up and over the mountains was smooth. As we made the ten minute drive on a dirt road to The Mountain Institute, the race headquarters, we watched the temperature drop ten degrees and the views become incredible. We parked our car and followed the signs that lead us to a yurt. A yurt?? Exactly! Until this weekend I had not only never saw a yurt, I had no clue what a yurt was. We checked in, dropped our bags off at the dorm, and made our way back to the main yurt for dinner and a pre-race meeting. We loved this place.
Dinner was so cool. All the food was homemade and served buffet style. There was plenty for meat eaters and vegetarians. Could it get any better? Yes, there was a keg of beer sitting outside on the deck, which overlooked a meadow, full of Clipper City Ale. Kelly and I made our plates, poured a beer and grabbed a seat at a picnic table with a few others. Turns out we sat with the race director, who is a badass ultra guy, the winner of the 50k earlier that day, and a guy by the name of Joel Wolpert. Do yourself a favor and google Joel, he is a freelance photo/videographer and a Running Times correspondent. All incredible people, and all so down to earth. After dinner we were briefed at the race meeting and then headed back to grab some shut eye and get ready for the next morning.
Race morning lead us back to the yurts, yes I like saying yurt, and there was plenty of hot food and drinks for everyone. All the runners stayed inside to stay warm, the temps were in the mid to upper 20's, and then darted out the door right before the gun went off. The first couple miles of the race lead us down a gravel field and crossing a meadow and then we began to climb. The hills were crazy, tougher than Vermont, and the trails were fairly clear but un-groomed. We finally hit the highest point of the course at mile 7, just under 5000ft. After a quick stop we made our way down through a beautiful rocky trail that was referred to as the "Enchanted Forest". This trail was crazy and was actually fun to run and the views were great.
Our next trail was called "Huckleberry" and it would lead us to our next aid station at mile 16. This section of the course became more and more frustrating. Kelly took an early fall and I had to stop to take care of blisters. For a stretch of what seemed like 5 or 6 miles there was no way to gain a rhythm and made any sort of extended running tough. The trail was fairly wide but was mostly leaf covered rocks with sections of mud. We did the best we could but it was near the end of Huckleberry were I started to unravel. Frustrated and fatigued we entered the second aid station.
The second aid station of the race was literally in the middle of the mountains, the two volunteers had to bike in with all the supplies. They had made a campfire and were serving soup and cheese quesadillas. We fueled up and headed out with another 9-10 miles before the next stop. This section of the course had us follow a pretty stream that we would cross a few times including one where I took a fall and soaked up some cold West Virginia water. Despite the fall the views were again amazing, I believe that we saw at least 3 waterfalls during this part. Once we made our last crossing we began to climb, and climb, and climb. I am pretty sure that we climbed 1000ft in less than a mile. The air became a little warmer and again I became more fatigued. Once we reached the ridge we would start a 6 mile descent.
What's funny is that even though we were in the process of descending almost a couple thousand feet there were still hills. How can you go up when you are climbing down? At this point I started running numbers through my head all the while trying somehow to get out of this funk that I was enduring. I ate, drank, and tried everything I could but it just wasn't my day, it wasn't our day. After another fall and dodging a couple big piles of bear crap I checked out and knew I was done. There was no way that after making the descent that I could physically make it to the the next check point in time. Kelly and I called it a day at the halfway point.
We had planned this race months prior and planned to stay together and have fun. I was having a hard time keeping up and I don't believe neither of us were having the fun we had so much wanted. We came in under the cut off but made a decision that we would stop. Initially I was disappointed in my efforts and more upset that I couldn't pull it together to finish the race with Kelly. But now two weeks later I have a bit of a different view. I am happy that I was able to spend grueling hours on some of the most beautiful trails I have ever ran with someone who I not only love but is just as passionate as I am about this sport (Thanks Donahue for sticking with me). I think though it wasn't our best day and we didn't complete our goal we learned a lot about ourselves and each other. The best part of it all is that running offers a new day, perhaps time for redemption, and new footprints every time you lace up your shoes.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Heading for the hills!
I wasn't sure what would happen after I completed Vermont. I was sure that I would continue to run although not sure if I would still take time to collect my thoughts and find time to put them on here...a couple months and yes I am back, but maybe not so frequently.
This weekend Kelly and I are heading to West Virginia for a scenic 50 miler that will give us our share of hills and hills and hills. This weekend will certainly be a challenge and leave us both with lasting memories. We are both excited that we found this quaint and somewhat hidden race that at the moment has less than 60 participants. Personally I can't wait to get away and shuffle through the mountains with Kelly, it's going to be great. I'll do my best to update with a race report within the next couple weeks.
Wish us luck!
This weekend Kelly and I are heading to West Virginia for a scenic 50 miler that will give us our share of hills and hills and hills. This weekend will certainly be a challenge and leave us both with lasting memories. We are both excited that we found this quaint and somewhat hidden race that at the moment has less than 60 participants. Personally I can't wait to get away and shuffle through the mountains with Kelly, it's going to be great. I'll do my best to update with a race report within the next couple weeks.
Wish us luck!
Monday, August 6, 2012
Vermont 100 Mile Recap
Over a year ago when I decided that I would begin writing about my experiences in running and life and most specifically my 100 mile adventure I could never imagine that I would gain so much through an experience nor learn so much about myself and those close. Two weeks ago I reached my goal of completing the Vermont 100 Mile Endurance Run. It was a journey that took me through the Green Mountains of Vermont and a lifetime of emotions. Here's my best recap of race weekend.
Kelly and I arrived late Thursday afternoon and checked into our B&B in Woodstock, about 30 minutes north of the start and finish. After dropping our bags off we decided to take a walk through town and find some good grub and cold brews. Even at this point it hadn't hit me that what I had been training for, talking about, and dreaming of was only a day and a half away. After enjoying some great local beer we decided that we should get some sleep knowing it would be out last good night of rest for a couple days.
We slept in Friday morning and had a fantastic breakfast outside in COOL weather. I should mention that not only was this my first attempt at a 100 miler it was my first time staying in a B&B, pretty risky huh? After breakfast we drove to the start/finish of the race so I could get checked/weighed in and grab my bib and instructions. While driving to the start the directions took us to a dirt road that we would eventually drive on for 20 minutes before arriving. What's important is that this road was HILLY and I started to see course markers. I quickly realized that some portion of the 100 miles would be on this road, oh boy!
There wasn't a moment through all my training, planning, or trying to grasp a 100 miles on my feet that I was nervous. This was until we parked our truck and I saw the tents and the sign that said, "Welcome 100 Milers". I felt like I was punched in the stomach. It was finally real. Everything that I had read about over the last year and all the miles I had put on my feet were about to become a reality. As I stood in line I noticed that the guy in front of me was wearing a Leadville 100 shirt and another runner was wearing a Western States belt buckle. My friends - I was standing in the same tent with the "big boys", standing amongst guys that had done this before and guys that had ran the races that I have awed over.
I nervously stood on the scale and weighed in at 217 pounds and had my blood pressure read at 120 over 80. These numbers would be used as baselines for my weigh ins/medical stations at miles 47, 70, and 89. If I were to fall below 6% (204) medical staff would check my vitals and my well being before I could continue. After we gathered everything from the main tent Kelly and I walked to the start line to take a few photos. One thing I didn't do was get near or even look at the finish line, I figured I would see it some time on Sunday.
After leaving Silver Meadow we met the Hollaman crew, who consisted of Erin(who I work with at Charm City Run), her husband Vassie, and their 14 year old twins Rebecca and Charles. Along with Kelly these four would be largely responsible for helping me through the race. We all met at a local brewery called Long Trail, we talked race strategy, we talked beer, and we had a great time. After a sampler of beer we would eventually find our way back to Silver Hill Meadow for the mandatory runner/crew meeting.
At 4:00 sharp the race director called for everyone's attention, and within a few seconds the crowd of well over four or five hundred became silent as all the race details and instructions were broadcasted. This was an important meeting for not only the runners but the crew and pacers as well. Something important that was stated went something like this, "Pacers and Crew please keep in mind that once your runner has ran over 40 miles anything that he or she may say should not be taken to heart"...I am still reminding Kelly of this 2 weeks later. We were reminded of the do's and do not's of race day and the crew and pacers were told the guidelines that they must follow. In short crews and pacers are not allowed to assist the runner by carrying their gear (muling) and can only help in designated "handler stations". Before the meeting ended they had first time 100 milers stand up, it was a welcome feeling to see myself and at least a quarter of the other participants stand up.
After the briefing we stayed in the tent and had a fantastic dinner. I did my best to eat as much as I could without feeling too stuffed and tried to choose my food wisely. Once everyone was finished with dinner we said our goodbyes and traveled back to our rooms. Before I went to bed I did my best to have everything ready for race morning. I took a shower, set the alarm for 2:00 a.m., and surprisingly fell asleep quickly.
5 hours later Kelly and I were up and as we headed quietly down the stairs of our B&B I didn't realize it would be the last time I would walk normally down stairs for a few days. We arrived at Silver Meadow with plenty of time to have a cup of coffee, a bagel, and meet up with the Hollamans. I checked in, took a photo with my crew, and happily met a fellow runner from Annapolis who was attempting his first 100. Justin and I would meet up much later in the race at a much needed time for both.
A last second hug and kiss and I was standing amongst 300 people who would may have not as been as nervous as me but just as anxious. I still can't remember if there was a gun or a bell or how the race started but I remember following the runner in front of me and telling myself that it was time to stop worrying, time to stop dreaming, and time to get to work. Most importantly I wanted to enjoy the experience and enjoy the hills of Vermont.
I struggled with any type of race strategy over the last month of training. I wasn't sure if I should be super conservative during the first third of the race or if I should use some of the early race energy and get some miles under my belt. I did neither and decided to run a speed that felt necessary at the time. I knew that I wouldn't see my crew until mile 22 and that it would be important to make friends on the course. I spent the first couple hours with a guy about my size who had traveled from Kansas City, his name was Chris and it was his second attempt at a 100 miler. I met people from all over and people who were just as excited.
At mile 14 we ran through the town of Woodstock and past the B&B that Kelly and I were staying at, and to my surprise I was able to see my whole crew a couple hours early. I began to settle into a good pace and now started to hike the larger hills and run the downhills. Before I knew it I was at mile 22 and was able to stop for a couple minutes with my crew, change out the bladder in my Nathan hydration pack, and grab some food. I would meet my crew again at mile 33 and in the meantime I had met a new friend by the name of Ernest. Ernest was a 65 year old guy from Alaska who was touring the country on a BMW motorcycle and running 100 milers when he had the chance, he had already ran 2 or 3 this year. I spent my time with this guy laughing my butt off, his stories were unreal and philosophy on life was simply simple. What a treat it was to meet such a man.
I met my crew at mile 33 and took a seat for a couple minutes. I was in a bit of a funk and seeing them was just what I needed. After leaving the aid station we crossed a road and began one of the toughest climbs of the course and arguably the toughest climb I had ever tackled. We hiked for a couple miles up and over rocks and roots until we would eventually peak at the highest point on the course. I think they called it the "Sound of Music" hill, the views were spectacular and the air tasted great. BUT what goes up must come down.
I'm not sure at what point but the downhills of this course became just as difficult as the climbs. I would see my crew again a couple times and each time I would do my best to roll my quads out and stretch. I was also having IT band soreness, nothing ibuprofen and tylenol couldn't take care of right?
Mile 47, Camp 10 Bear, would be the first medical station of the day. This would be my first of 3 weigh-in's. I took a deep breath and stepped on the scale and was weighed at 210 pounds (I weighed 220 at the start) down 7 from Friday's weigh-in. I was told by the staff to make sure I start eating and drinking more, so that I did and grabbed a grilled cheese with bacon and a handful of cookies. I met my crew, who again were the best on the course, and took some time to stretch and change my socks. After spending too much time, 25 minutes, I was off to a very tough 22 mile loop that would eventually bring me back to 10 Bear at mile 70.
After a few ups and downs I found myself at mile 53 with a burst of energy and made up some time running through the woods by myself singing an ad lib version of "Eye of the Tiger". I weaved through the trails and fields of Vermont and came upon my Filipino friend who I had been trading miles with for the last 10 miles. I am still not sure of his name and never had great conversation with him because he didn't speak very good English but every time I would see him he would tell me how happy he was to see me!
I again saw my crew at mile 57 and again took a much needed rest long enough to roll out my quads and grab a sweet tea. I am a firm believer that I would have never finished the race without the help of Gold Peak Sweet Tea, simply incredible. My whole goal now was to get to mile 70 so that Kelly could jump in and help get me through the last 30 miles. The only problem is that the highs and lows were becoming closer and the course wasn't getting any easier.
As I mentioned earlier a fellow runner and now friend Justin Peake would find me at a very important time during the race. We would begin shuffling along somewhere around mile 60 and made a pact to stick it out together until we rolled into 10 Bear at mile 70. These final 10 miles would've been tough without him and I think that we did our best to feed off each other and push through the early nightfall together.
Finally mile 70 would appear and after a wardrobe change, much needed moral support, and some Desitin Kelly and I were off into the night. We were not fast and as Vassie said, "And they are off...like a herd of turtles" we began one of our many climbs together. As much as I have thanked my crew and their importance Kelly was my savior over the last 30 miles....and she did as my mom asked of her "please don't let my son die".
I was really tired during the first 10 miles together, it was past midnight and all I wanted was to lay down and take a nap. I asked countless times if I could lay on a rock or a guard rail but she wouldn't let me and I am pretty sure at some point she began to ignore my begging. We hiked more than we ran and talked about our lives and setting goals. We laughed, and yes I cried, about stuff as simple as me mistaking a pile of horse crap for a dead kitten to how silly our kids can be at times.
I took a small turn for the worse at mile 81. We had stopped at an unmanned aid station to drink some water and gatorade and while trying to take a salt tab I began to have trouble swallowing. This would lead to me dropping to a knee and getting sick a couple times. For the first time in the race I was scared. I remember holding onto Kelly's leg telling her that it wasn't supposed to happen like this, I had 19 miles to go.
We started to walk and walk faster though I am not sure if we did run at all, things were a little blury for a while, but we managed to make our way into mile 89. I hopped on the scale and had gained a pound back. I was beginning to feel better but still couldn't eat so I stuck to my diet of hard candy and water. The race volunteers briefed us on the last 11 miles of the course, and again like a herd of turtles we were off.
I hurt, everything hurt, and perhaps I was a little cranky. We crossed what the course officials called the most beautiful field in Vermont and while Kelly was taking view in, as I should have been too, I asked her to stop weaving and pick a lane. So she quietly moved behind me and let me take the lead. Looking back on it now she handled my case of "cranky pants" better than anyone else would have and deserved her own medal for putting up with me for 30 miles.
As the miles slowly ticked away and as Kelly would sprint ahead and tell the crew not to let me sit or stop we would make our last push towards the finish and start our last climb somewhere around mile 97 or 98. As we hiked our way up yet another mountain(or hill as they call them in Vermont) my emotions started to take over. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. We reached a tree that had a small plate that read, "Congratulations you have now reached mile 99, 1 mile to your goal".
That last mile was simply incredible. I had been on my feet for over 29 hours, reached deeper and ripped more raw than I ever would have imagined. I began to swell with pride and I knew that within minutes I would cross the finish line of the race that I had been dreaming of for over a year. With each step we could hear the announcer and fellow runners cheering the finishers as they crossed the line. And as I turned a corner I saw the sign that two days prior I wouldn't put an eye on. I crossed the finish line with a time of 29:14:59.
And just that quickly my goal of completing a 100 mile foot race was complete and successful. I couldn't hug Kelly and my crew of Erin, Vassie, and their children hard enough and to this day still can't thank them enough for their selfless act. What a moment, what a day and night, what an incredible experience.
I only wish I could explain the feelings and roller coaster of emotions that swirled through my body during those 29 hours. I only wish that I could have bottled it up and kept it forever. Those 100 miles through the mountains and fields of Vermont cut me to the core and they humbled me beyond belief. This race erased any self doubt that I had in my self, this course has put me to peace in so many ways. And most importantly and without a doubt I lost and found myself on those trails and dirt roads of Vermont. I am and will be forever grateful for all those that I have in my life.
2 weeks later as I sit with sore feet I am still proud but still can't thank Kelly, my family, and my friends enough because this was a journey that I could never have done alone. There was not a moment that I didn't think I could finish and there was not a moment that I didn't think of everyone. Again my friends, to me this was not only a race or journey it was a tool.
I may have finally found the end of the rainbow...and I can't wait to see it again one day.
Kelly and I arrived late Thursday afternoon and checked into our B&B in Woodstock, about 30 minutes north of the start and finish. After dropping our bags off we decided to take a walk through town and find some good grub and cold brews. Even at this point it hadn't hit me that what I had been training for, talking about, and dreaming of was only a day and a half away. After enjoying some great local beer we decided that we should get some sleep knowing it would be out last good night of rest for a couple days.
We slept in Friday morning and had a fantastic breakfast outside in COOL weather. I should mention that not only was this my first attempt at a 100 miler it was my first time staying in a B&B, pretty risky huh? After breakfast we drove to the start/finish of the race so I could get checked/weighed in and grab my bib and instructions. While driving to the start the directions took us to a dirt road that we would eventually drive on for 20 minutes before arriving. What's important is that this road was HILLY and I started to see course markers. I quickly realized that some portion of the 100 miles would be on this road, oh boy!
There wasn't a moment through all my training, planning, or trying to grasp a 100 miles on my feet that I was nervous. This was until we parked our truck and I saw the tents and the sign that said, "Welcome 100 Milers". I felt like I was punched in the stomach. It was finally real. Everything that I had read about over the last year and all the miles I had put on my feet were about to become a reality. As I stood in line I noticed that the guy in front of me was wearing a Leadville 100 shirt and another runner was wearing a Western States belt buckle. My friends - I was standing in the same tent with the "big boys", standing amongst guys that had done this before and guys that had ran the races that I have awed over.
I nervously stood on the scale and weighed in at 217 pounds and had my blood pressure read at 120 over 80. These numbers would be used as baselines for my weigh ins/medical stations at miles 47, 70, and 89. If I were to fall below 6% (204) medical staff would check my vitals and my well being before I could continue. After we gathered everything from the main tent Kelly and I walked to the start line to take a few photos. One thing I didn't do was get near or even look at the finish line, I figured I would see it some time on Sunday.
After leaving Silver Meadow we met the Hollaman crew, who consisted of Erin(who I work with at Charm City Run), her husband Vassie, and their 14 year old twins Rebecca and Charles. Along with Kelly these four would be largely responsible for helping me through the race. We all met at a local brewery called Long Trail, we talked race strategy, we talked beer, and we had a great time. After a sampler of beer we would eventually find our way back to Silver Hill Meadow for the mandatory runner/crew meeting.
At 4:00 sharp the race director called for everyone's attention, and within a few seconds the crowd of well over four or five hundred became silent as all the race details and instructions were broadcasted. This was an important meeting for not only the runners but the crew and pacers as well. Something important that was stated went something like this, "Pacers and Crew please keep in mind that once your runner has ran over 40 miles anything that he or she may say should not be taken to heart"...I am still reminding Kelly of this 2 weeks later. We were reminded of the do's and do not's of race day and the crew and pacers were told the guidelines that they must follow. In short crews and pacers are not allowed to assist the runner by carrying their gear (muling) and can only help in designated "handler stations". Before the meeting ended they had first time 100 milers stand up, it was a welcome feeling to see myself and at least a quarter of the other participants stand up.
After the briefing we stayed in the tent and had a fantastic dinner. I did my best to eat as much as I could without feeling too stuffed and tried to choose my food wisely. Once everyone was finished with dinner we said our goodbyes and traveled back to our rooms. Before I went to bed I did my best to have everything ready for race morning. I took a shower, set the alarm for 2:00 a.m., and surprisingly fell asleep quickly.
5 hours later Kelly and I were up and as we headed quietly down the stairs of our B&B I didn't realize it would be the last time I would walk normally down stairs for a few days. We arrived at Silver Meadow with plenty of time to have a cup of coffee, a bagel, and meet up with the Hollamans. I checked in, took a photo with my crew, and happily met a fellow runner from Annapolis who was attempting his first 100. Justin and I would meet up much later in the race at a much needed time for both.
A last second hug and kiss and I was standing amongst 300 people who would may have not as been as nervous as me but just as anxious. I still can't remember if there was a gun or a bell or how the race started but I remember following the runner in front of me and telling myself that it was time to stop worrying, time to stop dreaming, and time to get to work. Most importantly I wanted to enjoy the experience and enjoy the hills of Vermont.
I struggled with any type of race strategy over the last month of training. I wasn't sure if I should be super conservative during the first third of the race or if I should use some of the early race energy and get some miles under my belt. I did neither and decided to run a speed that felt necessary at the time. I knew that I wouldn't see my crew until mile 22 and that it would be important to make friends on the course. I spent the first couple hours with a guy about my size who had traveled from Kansas City, his name was Chris and it was his second attempt at a 100 miler. I met people from all over and people who were just as excited.
At mile 14 we ran through the town of Woodstock and past the B&B that Kelly and I were staying at, and to my surprise I was able to see my whole crew a couple hours early. I began to settle into a good pace and now started to hike the larger hills and run the downhills. Before I knew it I was at mile 22 and was able to stop for a couple minutes with my crew, change out the bladder in my Nathan hydration pack, and grab some food. I would meet my crew again at mile 33 and in the meantime I had met a new friend by the name of Ernest. Ernest was a 65 year old guy from Alaska who was touring the country on a BMW motorcycle and running 100 milers when he had the chance, he had already ran 2 or 3 this year. I spent my time with this guy laughing my butt off, his stories were unreal and philosophy on life was simply simple. What a treat it was to meet such a man.
I met my crew at mile 33 and took a seat for a couple minutes. I was in a bit of a funk and seeing them was just what I needed. After leaving the aid station we crossed a road and began one of the toughest climbs of the course and arguably the toughest climb I had ever tackled. We hiked for a couple miles up and over rocks and roots until we would eventually peak at the highest point on the course. I think they called it the "Sound of Music" hill, the views were spectacular and the air tasted great. BUT what goes up must come down.
I'm not sure at what point but the downhills of this course became just as difficult as the climbs. I would see my crew again a couple times and each time I would do my best to roll my quads out and stretch. I was also having IT band soreness, nothing ibuprofen and tylenol couldn't take care of right?
Mile 47, Camp 10 Bear, would be the first medical station of the day. This would be my first of 3 weigh-in's. I took a deep breath and stepped on the scale and was weighed at 210 pounds (I weighed 220 at the start) down 7 from Friday's weigh-in. I was told by the staff to make sure I start eating and drinking more, so that I did and grabbed a grilled cheese with bacon and a handful of cookies. I met my crew, who again were the best on the course, and took some time to stretch and change my socks. After spending too much time, 25 minutes, I was off to a very tough 22 mile loop that would eventually bring me back to 10 Bear at mile 70.
After a few ups and downs I found myself at mile 53 with a burst of energy and made up some time running through the woods by myself singing an ad lib version of "Eye of the Tiger". I weaved through the trails and fields of Vermont and came upon my Filipino friend who I had been trading miles with for the last 10 miles. I am still not sure of his name and never had great conversation with him because he didn't speak very good English but every time I would see him he would tell me how happy he was to see me!
I again saw my crew at mile 57 and again took a much needed rest long enough to roll out my quads and grab a sweet tea. I am a firm believer that I would have never finished the race without the help of Gold Peak Sweet Tea, simply incredible. My whole goal now was to get to mile 70 so that Kelly could jump in and help get me through the last 30 miles. The only problem is that the highs and lows were becoming closer and the course wasn't getting any easier.
As I mentioned earlier a fellow runner and now friend Justin Peake would find me at a very important time during the race. We would begin shuffling along somewhere around mile 60 and made a pact to stick it out together until we rolled into 10 Bear at mile 70. These final 10 miles would've been tough without him and I think that we did our best to feed off each other and push through the early nightfall together.
Finally mile 70 would appear and after a wardrobe change, much needed moral support, and some Desitin Kelly and I were off into the night. We were not fast and as Vassie said, "And they are off...like a herd of turtles" we began one of our many climbs together. As much as I have thanked my crew and their importance Kelly was my savior over the last 30 miles....and she did as my mom asked of her "please don't let my son die".
I was really tired during the first 10 miles together, it was past midnight and all I wanted was to lay down and take a nap. I asked countless times if I could lay on a rock or a guard rail but she wouldn't let me and I am pretty sure at some point she began to ignore my begging. We hiked more than we ran and talked about our lives and setting goals. We laughed, and yes I cried, about stuff as simple as me mistaking a pile of horse crap for a dead kitten to how silly our kids can be at times.
I took a small turn for the worse at mile 81. We had stopped at an unmanned aid station to drink some water and gatorade and while trying to take a salt tab I began to have trouble swallowing. This would lead to me dropping to a knee and getting sick a couple times. For the first time in the race I was scared. I remember holding onto Kelly's leg telling her that it wasn't supposed to happen like this, I had 19 miles to go.
We started to walk and walk faster though I am not sure if we did run at all, things were a little blury for a while, but we managed to make our way into mile 89. I hopped on the scale and had gained a pound back. I was beginning to feel better but still couldn't eat so I stuck to my diet of hard candy and water. The race volunteers briefed us on the last 11 miles of the course, and again like a herd of turtles we were off.
I hurt, everything hurt, and perhaps I was a little cranky. We crossed what the course officials called the most beautiful field in Vermont and while Kelly was taking view in, as I should have been too, I asked her to stop weaving and pick a lane. So she quietly moved behind me and let me take the lead. Looking back on it now she handled my case of "cranky pants" better than anyone else would have and deserved her own medal for putting up with me for 30 miles.
As the miles slowly ticked away and as Kelly would sprint ahead and tell the crew not to let me sit or stop we would make our last push towards the finish and start our last climb somewhere around mile 97 or 98. As we hiked our way up yet another mountain(or hill as they call them in Vermont) my emotions started to take over. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. We reached a tree that had a small plate that read, "Congratulations you have now reached mile 99, 1 mile to your goal".
That last mile was simply incredible. I had been on my feet for over 29 hours, reached deeper and ripped more raw than I ever would have imagined. I began to swell with pride and I knew that within minutes I would cross the finish line of the race that I had been dreaming of for over a year. With each step we could hear the announcer and fellow runners cheering the finishers as they crossed the line. And as I turned a corner I saw the sign that two days prior I wouldn't put an eye on. I crossed the finish line with a time of 29:14:59.
And just that quickly my goal of completing a 100 mile foot race was complete and successful. I couldn't hug Kelly and my crew of Erin, Vassie, and their children hard enough and to this day still can't thank them enough for their selfless act. What a moment, what a day and night, what an incredible experience.
I only wish I could explain the feelings and roller coaster of emotions that swirled through my body during those 29 hours. I only wish that I could have bottled it up and kept it forever. Those 100 miles through the mountains and fields of Vermont cut me to the core and they humbled me beyond belief. This race erased any self doubt that I had in my self, this course has put me to peace in so many ways. And most importantly and without a doubt I lost and found myself on those trails and dirt roads of Vermont. I am and will be forever grateful for all those that I have in my life.
2 weeks later as I sit with sore feet I am still proud but still can't thank Kelly, my family, and my friends enough because this was a journey that I could never have done alone. There was not a moment that I didn't think I could finish and there was not a moment that I didn't think of everyone. Again my friends, to me this was not only a race or journey it was a tool.
I may have finally found the end of the rainbow...and I can't wait to see it again one day.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
One last thought...
With only a few days away I've decided to take a moment to allow one last thought. For me running has always been used as a tool. It has allowed me to become healthier, meet new friends, raise money for charity, but most importantly running has allowed me to find myself in so many different ways. If all goes as planned this time next week I will be writing about my adventures of my first 100 mile race. But not to prematurely move ahead too quickly I plan on taking the last few days to remember how I have arrived to where I am now...
I have been writing about my proposed challenge for a year, and yes it is hard to believe that this year has moved forward so quickly. In this last year I have logged a ton of miles, ran more than my share of races, and grown as both a runner and a person. To what I thought may be a selfish endeavor has turned out to be more of a team effort. Between my family, friends, and girlfriend there have been many people who have helped me to prepare for this weekends race. Friends who have helped push me along the trails, family who have supported me, and late night talks with Kelly. I believe that most of the hard work is done and now it's time to enjoy the party.
Other than some last minute logistics I feel prepared but am starting to become both anxious and nervous, and I am sure that it won't feel real until I reach Vermont Thursday afternoon. This weekend I will be presented an opportunity in the shape of a 100 mile foot race and if I play my cards right I will able to enjoy the experience of a lifetime.
Here's a few quick Vermont 100 facts:
* Race starts at 4 a.m. Saturday and has a 30 hour time limit
* There is 14,000 feet of elevation gain along gravel roads and trails
* There are 29 aid stations 3 of which are medical where you are weighed in
* Along with the 100 mile and 100k runners there is also a 100 mile horseback ride
I have been writing about my proposed challenge for a year, and yes it is hard to believe that this year has moved forward so quickly. In this last year I have logged a ton of miles, ran more than my share of races, and grown as both a runner and a person. To what I thought may be a selfish endeavor has turned out to be more of a team effort. Between my family, friends, and girlfriend there have been many people who have helped me to prepare for this weekends race. Friends who have helped push me along the trails, family who have supported me, and late night talks with Kelly. I believe that most of the hard work is done and now it's time to enjoy the party.
Other than some last minute logistics I feel prepared but am starting to become both anxious and nervous, and I am sure that it won't feel real until I reach Vermont Thursday afternoon. This weekend I will be presented an opportunity in the shape of a 100 mile foot race and if I play my cards right I will able to enjoy the experience of a lifetime.
Here's a few quick Vermont 100 facts:
* Race starts at 4 a.m. Saturday and has a 30 hour time limit
* There is 14,000 feet of elevation gain along gravel roads and trails
* There are 29 aid stations 3 of which are medical where you are weighed in
* Along with the 100 mile and 100k runners there is also a 100 mile horseback ride
Friday, June 22, 2012
Consumption
4 weeks. 4 weeks from today I can only hope to be more calm than tonight. 4 weeks from today I will close my eyes and try to manage a few hours of sleep before I tackle my most ambitious and longest adventure. 100 miles.
Never in a million years or a thousand dreams would I have ever imagined I would sign up and attempt a 100 mile foot race. I have officially been consumed by the notion that I will be running, walking, and crawling a 100 miles, all in one single day (or at least 30 hours). I have mixed emotions at the moment. One minute I feel overwhelmingly undertrained and the next I feel as if I could lace my shoes up and run it at any time.
Logistically I have some work to do in planning what I will need at each of the 9 handler stations, and how much I should drink at each of the 28 aid stations. I will need to nail down a plan as to when I will change my shoes, when I will ingest my salt tablets, and when I should walk and run. I have 4 weeks to study all 14,000 feet of elevation gain/loss and somehow figure out a way to cover 100 miles in less than 30 hours. Simply put I have some studying to do and my test is right around the corner.
Interestingly enough I can't wait to endure it all. I am still grounded enough to know it won't be some magical moment but I am assured that there will be points during this race that will help shape my thoughts and dreams. I am looking forward to the struggle, the sweat, and the tears. I can't wait to wander along a gravel road at mile 80 in the middle of the night. Simply put I can't wait to turn a short lived dream into reality.
Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die - Blind Melon
Never in a million years or a thousand dreams would I have ever imagined I would sign up and attempt a 100 mile foot race. I have officially been consumed by the notion that I will be running, walking, and crawling a 100 miles, all in one single day (or at least 30 hours). I have mixed emotions at the moment. One minute I feel overwhelmingly undertrained and the next I feel as if I could lace my shoes up and run it at any time.
Logistically I have some work to do in planning what I will need at each of the 9 handler stations, and how much I should drink at each of the 28 aid stations. I will need to nail down a plan as to when I will change my shoes, when I will ingest my salt tablets, and when I should walk and run. I have 4 weeks to study all 14,000 feet of elevation gain/loss and somehow figure out a way to cover 100 miles in less than 30 hours. Simply put I have some studying to do and my test is right around the corner.
Interestingly enough I can't wait to endure it all. I am still grounded enough to know it won't be some magical moment but I am assured that there will be points during this race that will help shape my thoughts and dreams. I am looking forward to the struggle, the sweat, and the tears. I can't wait to wander along a gravel road at mile 80 in the middle of the night. Simply put I can't wait to turn a short lived dream into reality.
Friday, May 25, 2012
8 weeks and counting
It's crunch time. Vermont is officially 8 weeks out, and yes I am not panicked at the moment but increasingly nervous. Now it's time to start planning all the logistics. First and most important is to find a hotel or b&b near the start, either Springfield or Woodstock. My goal for this holiday weekend is to reserve a room. Secondly I need to start planning at what point during the race I will see my crew and what I will need from them at that said point. I've got a lot to do in a short amount of time! But those who know me best wouldn't expect anything less. It's not that I work best under pressure but I do the best with what I have, and right now it's 8 weeks. Time to get rolling.
Here's to hoping my Memorial Day weekend is full of miles, smiles, cold beer and friends. I plan on reflecting over the last year and looking at how much I have grown in many different ways. I plan on always remaining grateful for what I have and the special people that are in my life. Without a doubt I am one lucky dude! Cheers my friends.
Here's to hoping my Memorial Day weekend is full of miles, smiles, cold beer and friends. I plan on reflecting over the last year and looking at how much I have grown in many different ways. I plan on always remaining grateful for what I have and the special people that are in my life. Without a doubt I am one lucky dude! Cheers my friends.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Bull Run 50 Miler
There's something special about running in the woods, something that allows me to break free from the stresses of everyday life. It's a unique feeling, perhaps it's a primal notion. Last weekend I ran the 20th Bull Run 50 Miler and it was simply spectacular. The course was beautiful, the volunteers and aid stations were great, my company was fun, and my crew couldn't have been finer.
The race started at 6:30 a.m. and it was a crisp morning with temps in the low 40's. It wasn't long before the sun was shining and the miles began to tick away. The course consisted of a few out and backs and lot of ups and downs, I should have taken more time to study the course. I was only a few miles in before I took my one and only fall during the race. Although it wasn't graceful I came away unharmed and with only a little dirt on my hands and shorts.
I wouldn't quite call myself a veteran but I have ran my share of marathons and ultras and often preach the "don't try anything new" pitch to new runners or those who ask for advice. So what did I do? Tried a few new things. I ran in new shoes, wore new shorts, and decided to try something new with my nutrition. I almost always run with some type of sports drink that has electrolyte replacement.
My race strategy was simple. I would run the flats and downhills and walk the hills, take gels on the :45's and salt on the hour. I would make sure that at every aid station I would drink two cups of gatorade and eat some type of offered food. It all worked out well until miles 38-40. After running most of the race with my friend Patrick, who I must say kicked ass on his first 50, I started having trouble with my energy level and trouble eating.
But with the bad comes the good...although I would suffer over the last 10-12 miles of the course I was able to suffer with a great pacer, my girlfriend Kelly. Kelly was great and as a pacer couldn't have been better. She pushed me when I needed it, allowed me to walk when I was feeling rough, found more than a dozen ways to tell me to get my head out of my ass, and all with a smile on her face.
As the finish line became closer I laughed a little to myself and no it wasn't because of trying new things I was left with blistered feet and a chafed ass it was because I find it amazing how through the course of the day and all the swirling emotions and physical demands there was not a moment that I was not convinced that I can run a 100 miler. And as I sit here tonight and stare at a calendar that shows me that Vermont is nearly three months away I am as equally excited, frightened, but yet confident.
Bull Run 50 Miler was the experience I needed in so many ways. I was able to see a friend reach a new goal. I was able to spend countless hours doing what I love. I was able to lose and find myself all in the same day. Bull Run was able to humble and remind me that although I am not great everyone I surround myself with is...and as long as I continue to have great influences in my life there's not one thing that I can't accomplish.
If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.
- Buddhist Saying
The race started at 6:30 a.m. and it was a crisp morning with temps in the low 40's. It wasn't long before the sun was shining and the miles began to tick away. The course consisted of a few out and backs and lot of ups and downs, I should have taken more time to study the course. I was only a few miles in before I took my one and only fall during the race. Although it wasn't graceful I came away unharmed and with only a little dirt on my hands and shorts.
I wouldn't quite call myself a veteran but I have ran my share of marathons and ultras and often preach the "don't try anything new" pitch to new runners or those who ask for advice. So what did I do? Tried a few new things. I ran in new shoes, wore new shorts, and decided to try something new with my nutrition. I almost always run with some type of sports drink that has electrolyte replacement.
My race strategy was simple. I would run the flats and downhills and walk the hills, take gels on the :45's and salt on the hour. I would make sure that at every aid station I would drink two cups of gatorade and eat some type of offered food. It all worked out well until miles 38-40. After running most of the race with my friend Patrick, who I must say kicked ass on his first 50, I started having trouble with my energy level and trouble eating.
But with the bad comes the good...although I would suffer over the last 10-12 miles of the course I was able to suffer with a great pacer, my girlfriend Kelly. Kelly was great and as a pacer couldn't have been better. She pushed me when I needed it, allowed me to walk when I was feeling rough, found more than a dozen ways to tell me to get my head out of my ass, and all with a smile on her face.
As the finish line became closer I laughed a little to myself and no it wasn't because of trying new things I was left with blistered feet and a chafed ass it was because I find it amazing how through the course of the day and all the swirling emotions and physical demands there was not a moment that I was not convinced that I can run a 100 miler. And as I sit here tonight and stare at a calendar that shows me that Vermont is nearly three months away I am as equally excited, frightened, but yet confident.
Bull Run 50 Miler was the experience I needed in so many ways. I was able to see a friend reach a new goal. I was able to spend countless hours doing what I love. I was able to lose and find myself all in the same day. Bull Run was able to humble and remind me that although I am not great everyone I surround myself with is...and as long as I continue to have great influences in my life there's not one thing that I can't accomplish.
If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.
- Buddhist Saying
Thursday, April 12, 2012
and runnin' runnin'
I'm excited, can't wait, can't stand it...Bull Run is less than two days away and as much as I tried to not become overly excited about this race, I am. I have a few personal goals Saturday that hopefully I can achieve but most importantly I am excited to have the opportunity to run. The weather should be great and I can only imagine the vibe will be outstanding. I'll do my best to post something on Sunday but a full recap may have to wait a few days. May my feet be light and my stride be swift and may the beer at the finish line be open and cold!
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Who doesn't like a little Rock n Roll?
Last weekend I was able to complete my fourth and fastest National Marathon in Washington D.C.. This was the first year that it was a Rock n Roll event which meant a lot more people. I've said it before but I enjoy this race and the course much more than Marine Corps, and National is the only marathon that stays within city limits for all 26.2 miles. And to top it all off I ran this race as a Team in Training participant, enough said.
I began the race with my amazing girlfriend Kelly and good friend, big sister, and mentor Nancy Cooper. I couldn't have asked for two better people to start a race with...and we were off. I had a decent feeling about this race and even thought that I may be able to bring home a PR. Although as I tried to get a few fast miles early in the race I knew it would be tough because the crowds of runners were larger than I had anticipated. I managed to get through the first half with a decent time and a time that would allow me to have a few slower miles towards the end if needed. As I pushed along I began to feel tired legs, Seneca Creek 34 miler was to weeks prior, and the temperature began to rise.
This however was what I was hoping for, I wanted to have the opportunity to run hard on tired legs and experience warmer temperatures. I stayed on top of my nutrition and salt as best I could, slowed down around mile 24 to dance to a Go Go band and then finished strong. I didn't run my fastest marathon but managed to put together a solid second.
I've come to fully understand that running and especially distance running is about experience, knowing your body, nutrition, and mental stability. I have a long long way to go but feel as though I am beginning to put all of these together, I have no choice because Vermont is less than 4 months away! I took away a few things from National. Once again I was reminded of how much I enjoy trail running and how running roads for longer lengths make me feel like I have been in a bar fight. I was reminded that I feel more at home with smaller races and smaller crowds, probably a strong coincidence I enjoy small bars. And finally I was reminded that it's not what's happening with your feet and legs but what's going on between your ears and what's in your heart. It's about fortitude.
The Chinese Zodiac says that I am a rabbit. Other than the redeeming characteristics of being compassionate, lucky, smart and creative I am not sure that I fill any of the other defining attributes. In fact it should be added that the rabbit is passionate. I love running. I love the science behind it, all the gear that's involved, and all the wonderful people that it has brought into my life. I love how it can test my will, and I love how it has helped shape me as a person and as a father.
I began the race with my amazing girlfriend Kelly and good friend, big sister, and mentor Nancy Cooper. I couldn't have asked for two better people to start a race with...and we were off. I had a decent feeling about this race and even thought that I may be able to bring home a PR. Although as I tried to get a few fast miles early in the race I knew it would be tough because the crowds of runners were larger than I had anticipated. I managed to get through the first half with a decent time and a time that would allow me to have a few slower miles towards the end if needed. As I pushed along I began to feel tired legs, Seneca Creek 34 miler was to weeks prior, and the temperature began to rise.
This however was what I was hoping for, I wanted to have the opportunity to run hard on tired legs and experience warmer temperatures. I stayed on top of my nutrition and salt as best I could, slowed down around mile 24 to dance to a Go Go band and then finished strong. I didn't run my fastest marathon but managed to put together a solid second.
I've come to fully understand that running and especially distance running is about experience, knowing your body, nutrition, and mental stability. I have a long long way to go but feel as though I am beginning to put all of these together, I have no choice because Vermont is less than 4 months away! I took away a few things from National. Once again I was reminded of how much I enjoy trail running and how running roads for longer lengths make me feel like I have been in a bar fight. I was reminded that I feel more at home with smaller races and smaller crowds, probably a strong coincidence I enjoy small bars. And finally I was reminded that it's not what's happening with your feet and legs but what's going on between your ears and what's in your heart. It's about fortitude.
The Chinese Zodiac says that I am a rabbit. Other than the redeeming characteristics of being compassionate, lucky, smart and creative I am not sure that I fill any of the other defining attributes. In fact it should be added that the rabbit is passionate. I love running. I love the science behind it, all the gear that's involved, and all the wonderful people that it has brought into my life. I love how it can test my will, and I love how it has helped shape me as a person and as a father.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Seneca Creek Recap
It's taken me nearly a week to finally clear all the mud off of me from last Saturday's Seneca Creek 50k, which turned out to be a 34 miler, but who's counting? We endured some really crappy weather last week and there was a brief period when the race site had even mentioned cancelling the event. This notion made me a little anxious because this was not only my first race of the year but an important part of my Vermont training.
I left my place at 5 a.m. Saturday morning with a cup of coffee, a nutella and peanut butter sandwich, and a cooler full of beer, chocolate milk, and coconut water. All but the beer were consumed sometime throughout the day whether it was during the race or afterwards. The beer would wait until much later.
The race started shortly after 8 o'clock just as the rain had stopped. It seemed that within 15 minutes of running we were crossing the first of many water crossings and then we sloshed through miles of ankle deep mud and water. My feet were completely wet the entire time, but no blisters!
The course was very similar to that of the Stone Mill 50 miler which I ran last November so a lot of it wasn't stored too deep in my memory. I feel that I ran a fairly decent race. I did good with pace and did a pretty decent job with nutrition. I made sure that I was taking in salt on the :50's and then had a gel on the hour. I also ate my share of all the great food at the aid stations.
My only low point during the race fell somewhere between miles 26 an 28. I decided to take a couple walk breaks, take some extra salt, and have a small pity party. It wasn't long after that I caught up to two runners who were both running new distances, this was their longest race. It was fun running with them and hearing why they loved trail running and how excited they were to cross the finish line. I left them with some encouraging words and picked up my pace a little. It wasn't too much longer that I was crossing the finish line myself, grabbed a chair, and watched the rest of the runners cross the line.
I really enjoyed the Seneca Creek 34 miler. I ran a pretty good race and it's nice to see that consistent hard work is finally starting to pay off. I loved watching the runners that finished behind me cross the finish line. It's so fun to watch how proud people are, to watch someone cross the line and almost feel the closure. Everyone that crosses the line has a different reason and a different purpose. For me this time it's all part of the puzzle, part of my ultimate goal. My life now is incredibly great and indeed my own puzzle pieces are slowly falling into place. I am at peace in so many different ways and am convinced that it's because I believe in selfless happiness.
It's hard to imagine that Vermont is only 4.5 months away, in fact it's a little frightening. But in all honesty I can't wait for the experience. The next puzzle piece is National Marathon on March 17th. It's a road race, not my favorite running surface, but will be a whole bunch of fun, and it's on St. Patrick's Day, need I say more? Until next time my friends...
I left my place at 5 a.m. Saturday morning with a cup of coffee, a nutella and peanut butter sandwich, and a cooler full of beer, chocolate milk, and coconut water. All but the beer were consumed sometime throughout the day whether it was during the race or afterwards. The beer would wait until much later.
The race started shortly after 8 o'clock just as the rain had stopped. It seemed that within 15 minutes of running we were crossing the first of many water crossings and then we sloshed through miles of ankle deep mud and water. My feet were completely wet the entire time, but no blisters!
The course was very similar to that of the Stone Mill 50 miler which I ran last November so a lot of it wasn't stored too deep in my memory. I feel that I ran a fairly decent race. I did good with pace and did a pretty decent job with nutrition. I made sure that I was taking in salt on the :50's and then had a gel on the hour. I also ate my share of all the great food at the aid stations.
My only low point during the race fell somewhere between miles 26 an 28. I decided to take a couple walk breaks, take some extra salt, and have a small pity party. It wasn't long after that I caught up to two runners who were both running new distances, this was their longest race. It was fun running with them and hearing why they loved trail running and how excited they were to cross the finish line. I left them with some encouraging words and picked up my pace a little. It wasn't too much longer that I was crossing the finish line myself, grabbed a chair, and watched the rest of the runners cross the line.
I really enjoyed the Seneca Creek 34 miler. I ran a pretty good race and it's nice to see that consistent hard work is finally starting to pay off. I loved watching the runners that finished behind me cross the finish line. It's so fun to watch how proud people are, to watch someone cross the line and almost feel the closure. Everyone that crosses the line has a different reason and a different purpose. For me this time it's all part of the puzzle, part of my ultimate goal. My life now is incredibly great and indeed my own puzzle pieces are slowly falling into place. I am at peace in so many different ways and am convinced that it's because I believe in selfless happiness.
It's hard to imagine that Vermont is only 4.5 months away, in fact it's a little frightening. But in all honesty I can't wait for the experience. The next puzzle piece is National Marathon on March 17th. It's a road race, not my favorite running surface, but will be a whole bunch of fun, and it's on St. Patrick's Day, need I say more? Until next time my friends...
Monday, February 20, 2012
Like a Fat Kid Loves Cake...
For those of you who know me you may know the story, for those who don't...I'm a former Fat Boy. Now not to be confused with the 80's rap band, although they were a favorite...brr stickem ha ha ha stickem, but a legit fat ass. I try not to use the term "fat" much, it's too often a word that is demeaning, degrading, belittling, you get the point. At my heaviest weight I tipped the scales at nearly 275 pounds.
Growing up I always played sports, generally ate whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted, and I was always relatively thin. After graduating from high school I quickly found out that that I had a hidden talent, beer drinking. So I regressed quickly from the guy who was playing countless games of pickup basketball to the guy who would consume beer whenever I had a chance and seemingly always had a steak and cheese in my hand. I was the guy who would get drunk and plop my big ass belly on a table at a party just to get a laugh, sleep off a hangover, and then find some fried food to start the cycle all over.
And then I had one of those "ah ha" moments which may be similar to a "come to Jesus" event. I stepped on the scale one day and had never weighed that much in my life, just under 275 pounds. It was a day that I will never forget. I remember feeling disgusted with myself and knowing that I needed a change. I left the house and tried to run a mile, it turns out that it was probably less, and felt like I would die. I soon joined the gym and changed my diet. I started to write down what I was eating bad, I did a lot of writing. I eliminated all fried foods, red meat, sodas, and ice cream. Before I knew the weight dropped quickly and I was back to normal or as normal could be at the time.
So nearly 17 years later as I am 5 months out from my first 100 miler I could have never imagined I would be where I am today. My experiences in life so far have helped shaped who I am and as much as I love food today I will never forget that overweight out of shape person. I've been able to live on both sides of the fence and I know that with hard work and determination the human body and mind can do almost anything. It's all about balance.
My final thought and what I find unsettling is that as a nation we penalize and persecute justly those who abuse drugs and alcohol but not much is done against gluttony, and is there anything that can be done??
***Seneca Creek 50k is in 2 weeks, can 't wait for my first of the year.
Growing up I always played sports, generally ate whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted, and I was always relatively thin. After graduating from high school I quickly found out that that I had a hidden talent, beer drinking. So I regressed quickly from the guy who was playing countless games of pickup basketball to the guy who would consume beer whenever I had a chance and seemingly always had a steak and cheese in my hand. I was the guy who would get drunk and plop my big ass belly on a table at a party just to get a laugh, sleep off a hangover, and then find some fried food to start the cycle all over.
And then I had one of those "ah ha" moments which may be similar to a "come to Jesus" event. I stepped on the scale one day and had never weighed that much in my life, just under 275 pounds. It was a day that I will never forget. I remember feeling disgusted with myself and knowing that I needed a change. I left the house and tried to run a mile, it turns out that it was probably less, and felt like I would die. I soon joined the gym and changed my diet. I started to write down what I was eating bad, I did a lot of writing. I eliminated all fried foods, red meat, sodas, and ice cream. Before I knew the weight dropped quickly and I was back to normal or as normal could be at the time.
So nearly 17 years later as I am 5 months out from my first 100 miler I could have never imagined I would be where I am today. My experiences in life so far have helped shaped who I am and as much as I love food today I will never forget that overweight out of shape person. I've been able to live on both sides of the fence and I know that with hard work and determination the human body and mind can do almost anything. It's all about balance.
My final thought and what I find unsettling is that as a nation we penalize and persecute justly those who abuse drugs and alcohol but not much is done against gluttony, and is there anything that can be done??
***Seneca Creek 50k is in 2 weeks, can 't wait for my first of the year.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday Morning Running
I rarely speak about religion and politics mainly because I am ignorant to many of the topics and secondly because most of the times my views are different than the majority. I'm certainly not a conservative by any means nor do I float in left field liberalism, in fact I bounce around. This brings me to my Sunday morning runs.
You won't find me sitting beside you in a pew on a Sunday morning but you may pass me on the way to church running alongside a road or trail. To me running is my form of spiritual enrichment, maybe not so when I am at the gym pounding a treadmill, but certainly in the woods or on a quiet back road. When spent alone it's a time to let my mind wander and when with company it's time for open conversation. In fact what I have learned during my countless hours of running is not to judge. What I do is not for everyone and likewise...perhaps I am as one of my co-workers labeled me one of those "everyone loves everyone people". I often wonder how many people sit in place of worship anxiously waiting to leave while I wish my two hour run didn't have to end. And then as I finish a Sunday morning run along my town boardwalk and see strangers and neighbors sitting alone on benches watching the sunrise or listening to the crashing waves I know that these people "get it" to...in my own opinion it's not where you worship or find peace it's that you do it in an environment that is perfect for you.
You won't find me sitting beside you in a pew on a Sunday morning but you may pass me on the way to church running alongside a road or trail. To me running is my form of spiritual enrichment, maybe not so when I am at the gym pounding a treadmill, but certainly in the woods or on a quiet back road. When spent alone it's a time to let my mind wander and when with company it's time for open conversation. In fact what I have learned during my countless hours of running is not to judge. What I do is not for everyone and likewise...perhaps I am as one of my co-workers labeled me one of those "everyone loves everyone people". I often wonder how many people sit in place of worship anxiously waiting to leave while I wish my two hour run didn't have to end. And then as I finish a Sunday morning run along my town boardwalk and see strangers and neighbors sitting alone on benches watching the sunrise or listening to the crashing waves I know that these people "get it" to...in my own opinion it's not where you worship or find peace it's that you do it in an environment that is perfect for you.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Bloggity blog
Well it's taken nearly a month to report in, post, blog, or whatever you choose to call it...but I will say that the New Year has started out great. I have a tentative schedule planned:
March 3 - Seneca Creek 50k
March 17 - National Rock n Roll Marathon
April 14 - Bull Run 50 Miler
June 21? - A 25 mile night race in VA(can't recall the name)
Of course there will be hundreds of miles of training in between and I should probably find another 50 miler to throw in the mix but I have hopes that these few races will help prepare me for 100 miles of stumbling and bumbling. I have been able to get long weekends in every other week and plan on running back to backs with my longer of the two runs being 20 miles. All in all my body feels great so far, but ask me after May when I have logged many more miles.
"The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of your state of mind."
--Napoleon Hill
In my opinion endurance running is 90% mental. You have to find a way to will yourself, mentally prepare for the distance or course, and tuck away the pain. I can only hope that I am as mentally solid in July as I am now, I feel like a rock.
But just as my training and mental game are strong there is room for improvement. My diet needs work and I have to find a way to cut at least half of the coffee out of my normal day. And with the needed caffeine reduction I need to focus on a little more sleep. This "6" has a long way to go...
This post wasn't full of insight or intellect but more of a "this is where I am now"....and believe me it couldn't be any better.
March 3 - Seneca Creek 50k
March 17 - National Rock n Roll Marathon
April 14 - Bull Run 50 Miler
June 21? - A 25 mile night race in VA(can't recall the name)
Of course there will be hundreds of miles of training in between and I should probably find another 50 miler to throw in the mix but I have hopes that these few races will help prepare me for 100 miles of stumbling and bumbling. I have been able to get long weekends in every other week and plan on running back to backs with my longer of the two runs being 20 miles. All in all my body feels great so far, but ask me after May when I have logged many more miles.
--Napoleon Hill
In my opinion endurance running is 90% mental. You have to find a way to will yourself, mentally prepare for the distance or course, and tuck away the pain. I can only hope that I am as mentally solid in July as I am now, I feel like a rock.
But just as my training and mental game are strong there is room for improvement. My diet needs work and I have to find a way to cut at least half of the coffee out of my normal day. And with the needed caffeine reduction I need to focus on a little more sleep. This "6" has a long way to go...
This post wasn't full of insight or intellect but more of a "this is where I am now"....and believe me it couldn't be any better.
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